So, in missionary training we were told that sometime around week twelve was the point that things would really get rough. They said that week twelve was the time that many people hit their first really big low in long-term missionary service. I have calculated that my week twelve is coming up soon. This is the point of my time in Japan that I have lovingly referred to as my Mental Breakdown Week.
However, as Mental Breakdown Week approaches, I must admit that I have yet to notice any symptoms of an approaching maelstrom. I haven't either. I think you are mentally healthy and quite handsome to boot. I mean, sometimes the mission field can be a little lonely and isolating, but it's not like I am talking to a volleyball or something. Only because you don't have a volleyball. I have yet to walk down the sidewalk throwing little bits of tissue paper at people, which I think is a good sign. I just remembered a place we could buy a volleyball. Also, I do not randomly yell at people in elevators. He only yells at people on elevators at regular intervals and when someone gets off on a floor ending in a three. So, life continues on as normal here in Japan. HA! Normal. Do you think 5,000 yen would cover a volleyball?