Whew! I’m still looking for the license plate of the truck that ran over me!

I’ve always found that about 3 days after getting back from Brasil I really get pounded physically. This time it seems to be occurring on day 2. Did great early on — I think the prospect of worship at LP jazzed me up (and I wasn’t disappointed!) — but now in the afternoon I’m fading fast.

At least I know that I’m not suffering alone! My queen is down and out, Jeff, Brad and June all gave me the “me too” confirmation this morning. Haven’t talked with JP but I’m willing to bet R$100 (i.e., 100 reais — Brasilian currency) that he has run into the same wall.

So many thoughts to get down on monitor phosphorous but so little brain power to do it! Hang with me, I’m chomping at the bit to tell you about little 4 year old Natália who is plagued by ghosts, the spiritual shootout at the cemetary and the queen Macumba lady giving us the evil eye by riding in our vehicle with us. I’ve got to let the desire catch up with the ability to stay vertical.

Stay tuned!