1. It is a relief to look at my computer screen and not have to see multiple Facebook messenger messages popping up with all kinds of over-stimulus from people who seem overexcited, getting in the way of everything I am trying to do. The key is to simply log off of Facebook, then this maddening phenomenon does not occur.
2. I finally figured out how to use the Pocket Juice, and I should have a charge on my cell phone soon.
3. Every morning before I enter into the Inter-world, my thoughts are always about J, B, and E. They are not thoughts of resentment, but thoughts of fear. It is good to know what it is really on my mind — what the Internet is burying. I pray that I be delivered from this heart of fear, and that they all come back to God, in His time.
4. The sadness I feel does not need to be despair. The sadness can help me to see the error of my own thinking, and to turn my own heart back to God. (2 Cor 7:10). I didn’t feel that when I first awoke, but I feel it now, and therefore I have hope.
5. I was blessed to know that my list had blessed R.J. first thing yesterday morning. I also met her kids, and I see that they’ve been brought up right.
6. Despite that Facebook appears in my head to be this horror that deceives the people, this massive thrust of urban pacification by the Powers That Be, designed to keep people from seeing what is actually going on in society, it nonetheless has brought me together with some very wonderful people whom otherwise I’d not have connected with.
7. I learned from the U.I. web site that the Hartung does rent out to independent contractors not associated with the University or the remains of Idaho Rep. I can learn what the rates are, and plug that into the budget involving funding from the people who may be interested in helping me to self-produce my musical. It’s also the perfect house size (417, I had aimed for 400), and has excellent lighting and sound facilities.
8. Having run out of coffee, I’m using Lipton tea bags that Young Paul left in the apartment. They aren’t working yet, but I can get coffee for free at Gritman before long.
9. Nice of Cindi, my Presbyterian friend in South Carolina, to pass on her late husband’s running shoes. Also huge of H. to help me with registration fees.
10. The sleep paralysis yesterday morning was horrible. But sleep itself is a large part of the solution. I’m rested now, and I’ve learned something. Thank God for sleep. God is making my crooked paths straight.