My husband is beginning a grueling week of travel.
I have noticed that each time he travels, we get into pre-travel angsts and stresses.
Today was one of those.
We went to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy.
The lady at the counter tried to find my name on the computer but couldn’t seem find it.
My husband reckoned I needed to give my third name, not my second name.
(In America, if you have a third name, that’s your “last name”. In Kenya, your last name is your second name, even if you have a third name…long story.)