as I lie me down to sleep

I'm thinking about my day. I should have woken earlier than I did, and I should have read my Bible.
I pulled a lot of weeds today, but I should have pulled more. Ocho stayed outside with me for a little while
but then got smart and asked if he could go inside where it was a bit cooler.
Tarps I put above my head with ropes to shield me from the sun. As I worked I listened to the Twit (this week in technology)
podcasts). I listened with great interest about corruptable treasures, and showed no interest at all in the treasures that will
survive the destruction of this present world.

2 Peter 3:7-11

But the
heavens and
the earth,
which are
now, by the
same word are
kept in store,
reserved unto
fire against the
day of
judgment and
perdition of
ungodly men.
But, beloved,
be not
ignorant of
this one thing,
that one day
is with the
Lord as a
thousand
years,and a
thousand
years as one
day.
The Lord is
not slack
concerning his
promise,as
some men
count
slackness; but
is longsuffering
to us-ward,
not willing that
any should
perish, but
that all should
come to
repentance.
But the day of
the Lord will
come as a
thief in the
night; in the
which the
heavens shall
pass away
with a great
noise, and the
elements shall
melt with
fervent heat,
the earth also
and the works
that are
there in shall
be burned up.
Seeing then
that all these
things shall be
dissolved,
what manner
of persons
ought ye to
be in all holy
conversation
and godliness

in my hand

I hold a little computer in my hand. Little keys on a screen I press without a plan. What I write is to be seen by eyes of God and man.

My Cassiopeia e-125 is connected to my wireless internet connection. This truly is portable computing. Pretty cool.