Talking about starting this month in good spirits regardless the not so good situation with my computer and my living staples?
Here I am. The computer been acting up because I need to change the power supply—the fan is not working. The computer gets hot. It shuts down without warning.
Been thinking. I need to repair this computer but! I sure could a new second computer for a backup. I do not have the money for either, but! I thank You my Father for what I have.
I thank You for teaching me the skills to make use of a defective computer. That’s better than having the ability to buy another one and miss out on all that I am learning.
Besides. Soon You will send me that husband to take care of all these eventualities. Hahaha! That hope keeps me going for sure!
Father? I would like to have me a British husband—they seem to be so grand! O but You have put in high spirits to wait even when the worse is here. Got to get to my graphic with a fresh attitude. I will simplify it.
Wednesday, November 1, 2017 at 6:02 pm.
I am going to bed my Father. Hope for sleep. Woke up around 8:45 pm. It’s now Wednesday, November 1, 2017 at 10:03 pm-11:37 pm.
Problem with Word solved. Now I can continue with my Photoshop task. Hopefully, the computer quits kicking me off. Thanks, my Father. You are in control. No problem.
Thursday, November 2, 2017 at 1:35 am.
Quickly we are on our way on this second day of the 11th month. The computer continues to go off and on. I wait on You to develop the circumstances to remedy the problem.
Right now, I am going to bed. Really sleepy. Been a full day. Thanks my Father!
Thursday, November 2, 2017 at 5:12 am.
Thanks again, my Father! I woke up about half hour ago. Rested. Better than how I have felt in a few days despite quite disturbing dreams.
In my dream, I found myself walking towards the family’s house. I was really cold. Not sure if I had any cloth on. I was holding my arms around my breast. I looked down. I saw I was wearing my skirt. I came to the house. A girl was sitting at the bottom of the stairs. I thought she was Ahmad’s daughter, but it wasn’t. Around her the concrete was broke. I grabbed the rail and began to climb over the broken concrete , but I kept falling backwards Ahmad appeared at the top of stairs. I said, “You mean you home and don’t call me?” in anger he turned around, went back into the house. I quit trying to go up. I turned. I started walking to my house. The girl hand me a piece of bread with delicious spread. I tasted it. I laughed. I said, “you made my day!”