I declared my ways, and you answered me. Teach me your statutes.
Let me understand the teaching of your precepts! Then I will meditate on your wondrous works.
My soul is weary with sorrow. Strengthen me according to your word.
Keep me from the way of deceit. Grant me your law graciously!
The fog was soup, full moon peering low and large above the rooftops. This morning had the air of gothic story. Yesterday began peacefully but ended in restlessness. Nothing external, really, just nebulous discontentment in my spirit. Not quite myself right now.
Off to a morning of church service. My heart isn't in it yet (happens sometimes). Since I was flying to Iowa last Sunday, it has been too long by far since I've worshipped with the church. I'd like to just be free and not responsible for coordinating everything.
Tech problems are bugging me. IE 5.1 and Entourage have a conflict that won't allow me to see complex HTML e-mail without freezing my Twentieth Anniversary Mac. My iBook's battery is useless; now it also has a problem with the display not waking from sleep (the same symptom hangs the system on shutdown). Plus the death of Excite means no good TV listings and favorites on the web (the new Excite is crap; Yahoo's version is junky and clunky at best).
Odd that I would fixate on the tech things in my discontent. I'm glad Tuesday is a holiday.