What a strange family tree

Greetings.

 Transfers came with a call from the Mission President with the assignment to complete the second half of a sister's training. What's funny is that her first half trainer was trained by the missionary that I trained. In silly missionary family tree language, I'm the step mother to my great granddaughter. YAY family!

Her name is Sister S, and she's from Idaho.  Her family runs a barley/wheat/potato (ha, typical) farm.  She has a twin brother, and her dream job is to be the official photographer for John Deere. We get along really well.  She's a super hard worker and has a lot of faith. 

We're in a good area. There's already a fair amount of people we're teaching, and the members are awesome. We don't have a car though. Which means we bike everywhere. It's been 4 days and I already have a watch tan line forming. And yes, mom, I apply sunscreen frequently. 

Unfortunately, my new bed is awful, and I toss and turn all night. I'll adjust to it soon enough, but in the meantime I'm really tired/brain dead. So, I'm going to say goodbye now so I have time to take a nap.  

 Goodbye.