Sometimes I just don't know what to tell you people. To blog or not to blog, if you'll let me transform a cliche. Well, I have a lot of fun at it. But then, quite often, there's no more to say. It's not that I'm bored, or sad, or depressed, quite the opposite. I have a sudden hope, a modicum of things to do, and a few happy events in the future. The beneficent God has ordered my days to be undergirted with quiet joy at present. And for that, I'm thankful.