Good Morning

I sat down to write the blog a while ago.  I was going to put on a movie to keep me busy while I write in an effort to keep myself awake.  I started to browse the options and... then I woke up.  It's now 3 in the morning and I'm up and awake once again.  This reminds me of when I first started keeping a regular journal on my mission.  There were entries that didn't turn out so hot when all of a sudden my handwriting went from bad to just a blurry line as I fell asleep in the middle of it.  Then there were plenty of times when I got back home and would wake up kneeling at the side of my bed (that is how I used to write in my journal) with my pen in my hand and my head in my journal.  There were plenty of times when that was in the early morning hours.  I do recall that my knees were quite sore on those nights.  Perhaps I can blame my illegible journaling over however many years on the fact that I was usually half asleep when I wrote.  Probably not something that will matter a lot anyway.  I will be able to decipher most of it when others can not.  Perhaps when I am older and in need of a nap I can sit down with these journals of mine and transcribe them.

If I am always falling asleep or struggling to stay awake just to write this stuff why even bother?  Why torture myself on a nightly basis?  I do this because I was told to keep a journal of my life.  It is really just that simple.  I struggle with it and there are nights when it is really hard because I am exhausted but I made a commitment to do this.  There have been plenty of times when that commitment lead to several entries that were just about identical to the those written previously.   There were those times when I decided I was going to try and improve my penmanship by writing in cursive - that didn't turn out so well.  Writing left handed didn't turn out so well either.  Who knew there would be adventures in journaling? 

Well anyway, let me note that the kids and I played a game in the back yard after dark.  It is called Ghost in the Graveyard.  They were playing it over at the Jensen's before I went and rounded them up and they really wanted to play a little longer.  We did and they had a good time.  I enjoyed watching them do their thing.  Andy had a great little hiding place for one round.  I knew where he was but let him ride it out until Natty finally found him.  On the last round Jack was up and we were counting when he decided to sneak into the garage.  Let's just say he wasn't exactly sneaky.  When you get to the end of counting your suppose to say something like 'I hope there are no ghosts in the graveyard tonight'.  I changed it to 'I hope there are no ghosts in the garage tonight' and then Jack started laughing.  It was a fun way to end the game. 

So anyway, long night and now a good morning and time for me to go to bed - for real this time.