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In my last journal entry I wrote of my frustration in not having any words of comfort for my friend, whose wife had died.

I went over to his house every night to participate in a nine-day prayer (novena). Each night I would give my friend a hug, and let him know I was there. A few days ago he gave me a call and asked if I could come early so we could talk. He told me that he felt like he could talk to me because I was the only person who hadn't tried to make him feel better about his wife's death.

It always amazes me that the things we see as shortcomings can sometimes be our real gifts.

Sick Day

I was supposed to spend the day teaching a class on advanced cardiac life support, but woke up with a cold and earned a day off! Never one to waste an opportunity, I have spent the last three hours doing absolutely nothing except blowing my nose and playing computer. There is nothing on tv, and I don't feel like getting dressed so I can go get dvd's or something. I am pondering my next move from the following options:

1. Get dressed anyway and go get some dvd's.

2. Bake some sourdough bread.

3. Start working on those theology papers that are due next month.

4. Start reading the books I need to read in order to start the papers.

5. Make the "Italian Potato" soup that Drood talked about the other day (it sounds delicious, and fitting for a day such as this).

6. Just keep doing this.