Saturday, May 9, 1992

4:00 pm

Gitta's gone. Another one bites the dust. One by one. Alton and Sune are gone in 2 weeks, Barbara in 3, Antonella in four. A friend of a friend of Elke's is going to stay here for 10 days. And I've talked to a few other people who will need a place beginning in July. In a way, I'd like to live alone, but I think I need someone else to do things with once in a while. Otherwise, it could be a long, boring summer. I continue to work every day, and work is still piling up. I think I'll try to work 6 hours/day the next two weeks. Already making plans to spend the money. I was frustrated at the church again this morning because I can't speak the language. I got a letter from Barb Gough. Everyone who writes is usually complaining about something. Then I guess it's okay for me to whine, too. Hang in there, Mike. The future looks brilliant!