It turns out rainy sundays are just as good in Cameroon as they are in the states. It rains so hard here sometimes, we have to run around closing all the windows. Today my desk got soaked. Other volunteers have said that when it rains they think their roof is going to cave in, but after ranking the volunteers host houses I came in the top 3 so I’m not worried about blowing away with the winds or being washed down the red dirt road. My laundry is soaking in a tub with soap and well water and waiting for me when the rain stops. Until then I’ll just sit in my bed, listening to fourth of july and my bowerbirds and count the minutes until my parents call me at 6! Happy Fathers Day!