30 minus 5 means I leave in 25 days. The funniest thing happened to me this morning as I counted down days. I counted how many to New York first (17) and then to LA (25) and was half praying as I did also. When I said “twenty five days til I am in Los Angeles,” I got that feeling I tend now to describe as my spirit dancing. In fact, this morning I was tired (of course) and a bit down. There are days praying is a joy, days it is a discipline and days it is wrestling. Today was a combination of the latter two, but in that one moment when I said that, something happened inside me, and I just knew something was going to happen.

Weird news today. Weird feelings. Not shocking. A little sad. Maybe another confirmation, but not the kind I wanted. I promptly emailed my friend who is also my boss. I need advice, and I need his expert opinions as well as his kind words.

No time to update everything, and besides, it seems kind of slow. Robin is coming over. We will go to dinner, talk, pray, the usual. Only these days the usual has become special.