This week marks the lowest amount of proselyting that I’ve done in any one week of my mission. Elder Webb just TRUNKED OUT. Bad. He didn’t want to work so we didn’t work. The weather is rotten, cold, windy and raining all he time. I brought out the long johns this week. While tracking I took off my glove to blow my nose since I’ve been fight a hit and run battle with a cold ever since I got here…also Montezuma’s revenge struck after too many frites.
Well, I was trying to get my nose blown and still keep from being drowned in the down pour when my glove slipped out of my hand and commenced to be carried off down hill by the torrent of water in the gutter. Some Frenchy was selling and running round. So I looked around and saw my glove floating away to certain doom at the bottom of some drain pipe. I quickly returned to my senses and dashed to the scene of the action and snatched hurriedly the glove out of the raging torrent, put it on, wet, and went on calmly tracting down the street!
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