I am finally secure enough in my belief that we will survive in Zambia that I no longer have the desperate urge to ask people to send us food, coffee, Oprah magazines, and other necessities of life. Maybe it's just because we have a sufficient reserve of taco seasoning, or maybe I finally trust that even though what's available here is different (OK, I'll admit it: in some ways lacking), it's plenty.
So I don't need anybody to send us Gray's Anatomy DVDs or Girl Scout cookies. But if they did, I wouldn't complain. Whatever is the opposite of complaining, that's what I would do.
PS: Happy Youth Day! It's another holiday in Zambia (Women's Day was Monday). Which means, for us, no *$&#^*&#! mail. Again.