Rain Drops Keep Falling on My Head

I am extremely cranky this morning from lack of sleep. I woke up to the sound of pouring rain and the drip, drip around my head. So much for Ecuadorian repairs. The rain was hard and steady (it’s still raining) and this time I was surrounded on all sides by drips. At one point I got a drip directly in my ear. I found myself lying stiffly at attention, on my side, and thought about French duelists who buttoned up their jackets to hide their white shirt fronts and when they prepared to shoot they stood to the side to give the least amount of target area for their opponent. But nature in the form of rain is inexorable, as the residents of New Orleans, Australia and other areas know only too well.

Does it seem petty to compare my plight with those poor souls in New Orleans? Picture it, Ecuador’s lonely coast, mud in every direction outside the house, bugs swarming through the cracks of the ill fitting window, and the poor victim itching from head to toe with mosquito bites and sand flea bites to the point of hysterics. That victim is moi, me, Sanne.

After seemingly hours of distraction, getting up to pour nail polish remover on my itch, I finally braved the act of looking at my watch. 2:30 a.m. Four more hours of hell. Alrighty then. Back to my teenage version of counting sheep. I tallied up the episodes of Laredo. I got to the one where Linda Littletrees sees Joe Riley stripped to the waist. Sanne and Linda have something in common – be still my beating heart!

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine!