In a surprising bit of good news, another volunteer is moving in to the nearest village, the one recently vacated by a married couple. It'll be nice to have someone that close again, hopefully we can manage to keep each other company all the way to the end of service. Apparently she was having some troubles in her old village and having this one right there was the perfect option, as Peace Corps wouldn't have to go and develop an entirely new site—especially in that I could vouch for this one's quality; Peace Corps' record on site development in South Africa is spotty at best. They certainly didn't do even a cursory inspection of mine.
In other news, my fan just died, which is devastating for my sanity. It is unseasonably hot already (today we hit 37 C) and I am just bathed in sweat anytime I'm in my room during the day. It's probably because I refused a fan offered me by Justin during his recent departure as "I already have one." I may not believe in Jesus, but I could probably manage some supernatural entity that exists only to punish the smug and make people look like fools.