9.28.AM. Bright sun beaming into my studio, fast moving white cloud tinted with silver against blue grey sky. The light is dazzlingly amazing, my whole room has a shine from this low November sun.
I can here the rhythm of Edwards coughing from next door in the front bed room while he rests reading and drinking his tea.
The warmth from the sunlight is causing me to perspire as I write, its rays on my arms and face flicker on my hands warming my flesh. (I like the word flesh it conjurers up strongly in my mind scene's from Hammer horror films.) I am relieved my back is not hurting I'm feeling almost joyful as the pain was so intense yesterday.
I made this mornings hot drinks, some days I don't venture into the kitchen at all as it is not a welcoming site to behold the concrete floor and black hole of the cooker give the room a look of dereliction. I know I aught to be drinking hot water not steaming hot fresh coffee laced with Long Life full cream milk in the mornings but I love the taste, also a huge mug of coffee fills up my empty tummy.
Dreamt... My sister Anne was staying with us with her new born grandson Louie. While sleeping Anne began screaming from a nightmare so great was her distress all I was able to do for her was pray. So in my sleep I was calling on the Lord Jesus and praying in tongues urgently asking Him to help and protect A nne and Louie.
ANGEL CLUSTER STENCIL
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