We have been back in Kenya now for about two weeks.  Things are going generally well.  Body-clocks are adjusting, begrudgingly.  Lizzie is her usual resilient self, and is enjoying the new and different bugs here.  

Patient load is always a slowly escalating process here, and we've been given time to arrange our apartment (flat).  Unfortunately the luggage that we sent ahead is still held up in customs, but hopefully we will get that soon; I'm especially hopeful as, since I thought it would be here when we arrived, I only brought two changes-of-clothes, so this has been an interesting fortnight.

I realize that this is most likely the most boring blog post yet, so I will end it with the return of my mortal enemy: the mongoose.  As some of you know a mongoose crept into our home in Cameroon and killed a litter of kittens.  Here we don't have any kittens, so the mongoose (assuming it's the same one from Cameroon who has trekked cross-continent to harass me) has instead come into the entryway of our building and used its powerful anal-gland to stink up the place.  To the best of my knowledge I've never wronged a mongoose; if I have I wish it would at least give me the chance to right any wrong that I have done.  For now it remains my nemesis.