Mink Oil
Sitting in my new chair purchased yesterday, I am glad to be with Laura, glad to be a family man, happy to be working well on my dissertation, glad that things are not too bad, thinking that all is very well, peaceful more about everything. This new chair is comfortable and good. I’m not glad I woke up so early but I know it is good to get some work done.
I cannot help people like I planned I would this summer. There is no time for it at all. I am sorry I said I would help anyone. I do not feel at peace with any volunteering I did before the summer began or at the beginning of the summer. I only feel right when I am working on my dissertation as I believe the Lord wants me to, or when I am in bed with Laura.
I reversed the fan to blow air in. The new chair took Mink Oil last night. I wasn’t supposed to sit in it until this morning. I was tired last night and couldn’t work. I want to sleep more this morning but I am awake. The letters I wrote weren’t that bad.
God saved me from the worst kind of fumbling. But I need to do something in response to what I said I would do. I have buried myself in a kind of whole. I don’t have the expertise to help like I said I would. I don’t have the time to design a plan. The most I want to do is just sleep.