I enjoy every meal as if it were my last . . .let me start from the beginning. Last week went well, we got probably 75% of boxes unpacked. The Bible study went well, I had sent out a text message to all that we have had contact with, we still just have our usual audience, but I am confident that we will experience better growth in town. Friday morning the stand at the market went well, I passed out one Bible, almost two. Limoux has a large psychiatric hospital, so often mentally handicaped people will frequently walk through the market under supervision. Two young teenagers passed by with an adult, one young teen asked me how much the stuff cost, I mentioned it was free, he then asked the adult if he could have a Bible. They went back and forth for a while, the adult stating, "You can't even read, you don't even know what it is." He answering back, "But so and so can read, and it's free, I don't care what it is." I wanted to give it to him, but couldn't overide the authority of the adult in charge of him. Friday we got the heat turned on and it has been nice. Friday afternoon I went and met with our former landlord and finished the papers on our old house. There are some things that I will miss about the place. Basketball was cancelled Friday night, I found out right before, which I missed. Saturday we cleaned and unpacked. Which brings us to Saturday night. About 1:30 am, Andrew arrives at the bedside stating that he wet the bed. Angie got up to help him, and a few minutes later calls for my assistance. He had vomitted in his bed, next to it, even under it. It took three loads of laundry to get it all washed. We made him a palet on the floor and gave him a bucket. He carried on three more times through the night. I stayed home on Sunday with him and Arianna and Micah, while Angie and the others went to church, she needed to speak with someone about preparing for Thanksgiving. Andrew didn't eat much that day and everytime he did, he threw up. Arianna followed suit yesterday (Monday).