I have had two moments of irrational exhuberance this week, and its only Wednesday. I walked out of my business club meeting and thought to myself “I love my job.” I don’t think I have ever said that before. This may sound like I am doing great, and in a lot of ways I am doing really well, but the exhuberance is tempered by things like this morning’s search through my calendar to count the number of weeks left until various landmark dates.

But all equivocating aside, I am pretty happy. Today was the third meeting of my business club, and we’ve established a 15 week plan of topics to cover, which will leave us at the end of November and right before their exams (nearly all of the members are university students). That isn’t quite the self-directed and continuously meeting business group I had envisioned, but on the other hand I now have a 15 week course on how to start a business that I can repeat with other groups like high school students. I am hoping that when all the university kids are away on vacation I can repeat the same course with a group of high school kids, emphasizing girls.

And in a month or so I will be gearing up to start my girl’s math group, which I am excited about. English classes are also going well, with a once a week class and then a Saturday morning discussion group. Then there are the miscellaneous meetings with businesses and groupements to do different trainings. I think tomorrow I have no fewer than three meetings and an appointment to go watch a group of students give a class to women on alphabets and numbers, which I hope to turn into a target group for business trainings.

When I have good days like this I walk around so excited I hardly know what to do with myself, and I understand why Peace Corps gets away with using the hokey slogan “The toughest job you’ll ever love,” because, well, you do sometimes.

I hope to have an outline of the 15 week business class finished by next week, and I will put it up in a post when it is done.

Also I think my cat is pregnant. She eats constantly and is so annoying that I’ve considered hanging her by her ears (just kidding PETA!). It does make her even more motivated to hunt things like the little mouse that recently took up residence in my ceiling, so that’s a plus.

And I’ve worked out a deal with Cece in which he goes to the marche for me and I pay him some money, but that if he leaves it with me until the end of my service I will double it. I am trying to emphasize the value of saving. Though he wants my ipod so bad I might offer him that instead.