What PC Dreams are Made of

I just woke up on a Sunday morning at 6:20 am, my usual waking time, sans alarm clock. It never fails. I don't think I've slept past 7 the entire time I've been in Rwanda. I had a strange little dream that only makes sense if you are in the PC. The floor of my house was dirt (which it isn't, but my yard is) and I had to pull weeds. I was being meticulous and making sure I captured the entire root. One root was incredibly long, a couple feet long. I slowly pulled, only putting enough pressure to ensure I got the entire thing. Once I had successfully conquered the gargantuan root and thrown it aside, I looked down at the hole of upturned dirt it had created. Within the hole there was an electronic device. Intrigued, I dug further and found board games! Trouble, the pink breast cancer edition of Monopoly, Sorry. I found scrapbooking supplies and multiple picture frames. Everything had been owned by a previous PCV and her pictures and crafts were still contained here. I sorted through all of it and made a pile of my small bounty. Life was good. Then I woke up to the birds prancing on my tin roof. This day will be filled with ceremonies and I'm dragging my first house guest, Anna, along for the ride. Church and then a baby naming ceremony and hopefully a birthday celebration for a coworker of mine. It should be a great one.