We visit BRESMA again, and I ask Melissa to examine two children about whom I have some concerns. We spend several hours there in the morning. In the afternoon, I have a meeting with C.W. And H.W., two of my adoptive parents who are living in Haiti while Margarette and I fight to finish their adoption so that they and their daughter can go home at last. It's a pretty slow day, and my hard working, over-scheduled visitors are going a bit stir-crazy by early evening. Personally, I relish a few hours of down time. They are a rare gift for me.
Again I sleep badly. Tomorrow, I'm going to request that Sherley serve us rooster soup for supper.