On the depressing discovery of a thermometer

Yes, I am online two days in a row more out of a desire to spend a half hour in the semi-air conditioned little room than an actual desire to use the computer again in such a short period of time. Mostly this was prompted by discovering the little thermometer my family has hanging on the house in the shade. It registered a lovely 43 degrees centigrade in the shade which, with the help of my handy dandy phone converter, I discovered is about 109.4 degrees fahrenheit. Damn! And this isn't the hot season or the hot part of the country! Damn!
On a lighter note I'm going to share with you all my little mishap from my first day at my host family about a week ago. I'd been sitting incomprehensibly among my new friends for about an hour and a half when I found myself with a pressing need for the bathroom. They call them Turkish toilets but really they're everywhere in the developing world, squat exercises. Whoo! Anyway, my family, ever helpful, gave me a rather large box of water to take with my to the toilet for the purpose of washing once I'd finished my business, it's all very technical and I don't want to bore you with the details. I neglected, in my care to avoid spilling the water down the front of my clothes, to note the diminutive size of the doorway to the toilet and attempted rather accidentally a karate head-to-concrete move. As it turns out, disappointingly, I do not have inherent martial arts skills and am not a secret ninja in disguise because the concrete won this little headbutting contest and I bled all over the place to the immense concern of everyone within a hundred yards. The PCMOs were called, my language facilitator (Sy Samba, he's amazing) showed up fortuitously moments later with my bags and I was rushed off to the PC center for some more poking and prodding by some folks on the phone with the PCMO in Nouakchott. It was determined that I would probably live and I got quite a lot of bandages and disinfectant and was returned to my family compound wherein the bleeding slowed and eventually stopped several hours later. Long story short, I am my father's son. I briefly contemplated a rematch with the concrete in which I would have the advantage of a running start but some friends remarked that this might not be the brightest idea and maybe I had brain damage after all. I reassured them by telling them it was the kind of idea I would have contemplated before too. Hey, at least i didn't get accidentally converted to Islam... oh yeah, it happened. Emily Nelson showed me up in first day blunders with that little gem.
Alright everyone, I'm off to language class, have a lovely weekend and don't forget to write!