The day before and I am fighting and winning. Still not feeling great. That tells me God has better plans than I imagined or I would not get this attack. I still got up at 5 a.m. I was not overly productive but I read the Word and prayed and even managed to work on some tambourine before forcing myself to get ready. I felt pretty bad but I prayed and prayed. I took some medication and that helped. I have no doubt I will be fine for my trip. Dumb devil! I am starting to get exited. That sounds silly, I know, because I have been excited, but I mean with eager anticipation. Somehow these physical attacks—the sinuses plus the insomnia—have made me more excited, like I know something good is happening.