Nelson’s energy is waning, so these two entries are short. It’s becoming harder and harder for him to concentrate, and there are more and more breathing issues.
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December 9, 2022
At our little kitchen table at our new house, pre-dawn. It’s 7:15 am and no sign of the sun yet. Almost the shortest day of the year. I think the winter solstice is December 20. Anyway, not too much sunlight this time of year up north.
Reading Psalm 90 and 91. They say 90 was written by Moses. He’s got more of a grim outlook, talking about men finishing their years with a sigh and having 70 or 80 years, if we have the strength.
December 11, 2022
Who needs to write a journal, really. So many people with blogs. Writing can be therapeutic. Annso is with Ralph and Astrid, giving them a little time with the baby boy.
I’m back at our place trying to outrun a panic attack of some sort. Took a Lorazepam to give me a lift, but [now] I heard her come through the door, which eases my insanity….
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“When I sit in darkness, the Lord shall be a light unto me.” (Micah 7:8b)