My emotions have settled down a little bit. I’m usually sort of even-keeled.

We have a Bible Memory Camp for the children in our church every year and this evening they had a part in the service telling about it. They went to the coast this year and Arlen, one of our pastors and one of the Camp “Counselors,” spoke about going out with some of the campers into the ocean. He was concerned about safety so he had them walk out—together—holding hands. When the waves pounded at them and one lost their footing a little bit, they had their neighbors to help hold them up. There was much security offered in this united effort. And then he likened it to our lives as believers, how that Satan’s attacks are like incessant waves pounding at our souls, and really, without each other we could easily fall and then what would we do? Oh, we need each other.

I do not recommend Citrus Altoids.

I worked the early shift last week and Friday morning I woke up feeling like I hadn’t since I was a sleep-deprived student during Spring Term. It’s amazing how quickly you forget that feeling. It’s different than just being tired and not wanting to get up, it’s like a bone weariness, like you have got so much too little sleep but you have to get up anyway. Was it that night that I couldn’t sleep so I just turned my lamp on and read for a while? Yeah, that helped refresh me, sure.

One of my favorite punctuational (I made this word up) constructs—I made this term up—is the dash. It’s sort of like a parenthetical statement except more emphatic, and it lends more importance to the words. So...I have no idea. I'm wery tired.