Dear Father,
Thank you for this night. I need to go to bed. Something is happening with the alarms on my phone. My medication alarms aren’t going off. I may need to get a new phone. I’m not sure. Guess we’ll have to see. I wonder if there’s a device like a cell phone (maybe a watch?) that would go off at the right times? Not sure, but may need to take care of that soon.
E. called. We talked for a bit. Something is happening in the country of H. Not sure what. I wonder if persecution is breaking out all over, after the attacks on the churches in Sri Lanka. I’m not sure what this will mean for V. I hope he’s alright. I’m checking a website now.
Not a lot else is going on. J. and L. are the only managers that remember what time I’m supposed to get off or go to lunch. It’s very frustrating. I hate to remind them every time, but it’s kind of to that point. Sometimes I wonder if tutoring would be a better solution to income. I wanted Patreon to work, but doubt it ever will. Maybe that’s good. Having income independent of my creative work means that if something goes wrong, I’ll still have income. Being an evangelical Christian is enough to get you silenced on social media. The only apparent difference in my comics at the moment is no sex and very little violence. One day, I don’t know. My perspective may leak through the panels or something, who knows? What I do know is that I need to get to bed. The world can be new tomorrow, Lord willing. I’ll be ready.