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I was advised by the good man who oversees my blog and the A Million Mothers website…Mike…that I should title my blogs. It’s challenging to me. I come up with some really crazy ones before I realize that this is actually going to be read. I can’t seem to find one at the beginning of this post, so will see if it comes in the process.

Mike has been kind in his advising of me…tolerant. And so generous in putting up the new website, taking calls from Indonesia at all times about my crashing computer, what’s my login…silly, silly things. But things that keep me able to just stay focused.

One more of the examples of the many, many, many that illustrate in my heart that I could not do this without an army of loving hearts with me. Each of those hearts doing its part to keep the system beating at its strongest.

It’s my morning here. Was at the clinic until 12:30 last night doing import paperwork. I was happy to crawl into bed by 1.

Woke up with a crazy headache, so I’m grateful for the rain that’s here. It’s a unique sound to me, as it falls on the water-filled rice fields. The tiniest, tiniest frogs are littering the terrace. I love how they choose to walk instead of hop. I wonder what the distinction is for them…

Gotta go, dear…I’m just going to walk over to the edge of the terrace and hop on down…” Maybe some frogs are natural hoppers but others are born to walk…the frogs you would see lazily meandering in the park. Maybe the hoppers are on the way to work

I also wonder how I’m going to get breakfast if it’s raining. I can’t believe I forgot my Christopher Robin-yellow rain slicker. It looks just like his and I love it. I believe-in my head-that I look adorable in it. Not because of me, but because…who wouldn’t? A bright yellow rain slicker that has a hood with a bill! It’s one hood that I love putting up over my head because of the little bill. If Red Sox hats were made like that maybe I’d be a fan and wear the hat.

This is only the second day I’ve ever spent in Bali that it’s rained. It rained in Aceh, but not here, but once.

I think I just found the title to this post. My sleepy, just-awake wandering thoughts.

And we’ve just had a cup of instant Nescafe 3 in 1 together.