And yet another story from Afghanistan, adding to the horror that I already see behind my eyelids. The world, it seems, gets a little more callous everyday. I bought Tapioca bread yesterday and Ian won't even touch it, except to push it as far away as possible. I will keep trying. I also bought some dried, sweeten Hibiscus flowers at Trader Joe's. We will see how they are. Last night, we had a thunder storm and I have never heard thunder quite like what occured at 2am. I am not sure if the west coast experiences a different kind of thunder storm, or if I was half dreaming. The thunder rumbled on, rolling, for quite some time. It also did not contain the same characterist boom, falled by the rumbling roll. It did not, however last very long. I am exhausted though, from the constant disruption of sleep. I just wish I would hear some news. Tomorrow, I will contemplate taking the boys to the fireworks. I have absolutely no one to go with or meet and I am afraid it may be more trouble than it's worth. We will see what the day brings.