Good morning, Father. Thank you for another day, another blank canvas on which to paint the day’s adventures and accomplishments. Today has already started out disappointing, with the community washer and drier yet again filled overnight with other people’s neglected wet clothing. I’ll try again tomorrow morning before 7am. The birds are not out and about yet, and the only noise I hear is the droning of my dying laptop fan. I cannot listen to music or an audiobook while doing any writing or any work that requires much thought, so I just have my earbuds in my ears to try to block some of the noise as best I can. I went to bed early, got up early — but unfortunately woke up during the early-morning worry hours when my brain points out all unresolved issues and stresses. Please help me put all those concerns back on the shelf of my mind, and focus on the things I CAN do something about — my own attitude and behavior. Help me to work with focus and determination, and leave the results up to you. I have lots of new ideas, and my first day using the new system went well enough. There IS hope, for which I am grateful. I give this day and my work to you, Lord. Lead on!