Joyce has been out sick the past two days. (And it's painfully obvious when you look around my house...) But more than missing the constant attention she provides to my home, I've missed her laughter. Joyce is full of joy and brightens my days with her jokes and smiles. She fills my home with her hearty laughter. It's been empty around here...
I figured I'd stop in at her house in Intabazwe this afternoon. I hadn't been there in a long time, and without street names (and with rows and rows of identical-looking matchbook-type homes) it took me a while to find her house.
I went around to her back door (the Basotho rarely use their front doors), and shouted "Ko-ko" (African version of "knock, knock"). It warmed my heart to hear Joyce's joyful expression of surprise and delight when she discovered it was me.
We had a great visit, and I got a good dose of Joyce's laughter. I'm looking forward to having her back tomorrow...