Man, I felt good jogging last night. It’s not like it’s that far, but it seems it’s taken a long time to feel anything besides torture for much of the 1.8 mile journey. But last night, great, I could’ve gone further without too much problem. But I’ve thought about this, this is just another point that proves I was not blessed with athletic genes. Can’t jump, can’t sprint, and can’t run long distances quickly. Oh well, at least I’ve got the hand-eye coordination down. Except in golf. Man.

Jewel and Deb are here. It was originally supposed to be a surprise for Tom but he found out. He didn’t know that Deb was coming. He thought it was pretty strange that Jewel was insisting that Randy come with him and pick her up. They ended up coming early in the morning so Tom was that only one that picked her up. So it’s about 9 in the morning, I’m in bed trying to get my sleep, and I awaken to laughter. Gotta be Jewel. It’s not too much longer until I hear them coming up the stairs. I really didn’t think they’d come up to my room, but I was thinking of going down anyway. So I had thrown some clothes on and I, with a little satisfaction popped around the corner and yelled. They screamed and it was all good.

Where do people come up with the stuff they believe? How in the world does this trucker whose truck Randy loaded believe the pagan dogma that he’s putting forth? People want something to hold onto, but where’s the basis to believe it? I want stability, I want evidence, I want something my heart and spirit will confirm, I want Someone bigger than me. I want Jesus.

This may be a record: pizza, 3 days in a row.

I love being quirky.