The highest point of the day was finishing sock number one of the March pair. It's only the 16th, and I have three more long workshop days stretching out before me in which to finish sock two, which already has a half inch of ribbing from the afternoon.
The second high point of the day was holding the cutest, squishiest little Zambian boy I have ever seen, who was only a little soggy.
The third high point: an exercise in which I successfully translated a phrase for a somewhat unusual romantic act (this is an HIV workshop, so you can probably successfully use your imagination) into Chewa. (I would write it here, but god knows what web crazies that would attract.)