Stayed home, washed, planned our presentations. The
pistoleiro (plumber) came with his 2 workmen, tore out the garment-washer and fixed the water problem for the
loja (store) underneath our apartment. They no sooner finished then the street began being torn up by workmen for a water line or something.
Que barulho! Noisy! Wrote letters to Sister Harris and Elder Peterson—my MTC teachers. I told them I would!
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