Dear God,

I had forgotten what it feels like to arise at 4:30 a.m. There are people up and about. They do not look happy and probably are not. This unworthy soul, however, thanks You for yet another day to live. The woman You sent to run my life, along with the female part of the family are well on their way to the Florida Keys to rest up from taking care of me. I am taking charge of myself for the week, so Your work is pretty obvious. What an opportunity to do