I’m on the phone with my company’s “help desk”. I got a guy remotely logged into my computer trying to fix it. Not working so far and we are going on half an hour. Not a big fan. Anyways, I’ve had time to think. And isn’t it funny, how we always want something or someone to “fix” us? (Not referencing a computer-bigger scale folks). I’m sad. I want God to “fix” me. “Fix” my problem. “Fix” the fact Shaun is gone. Somethings can be fixed. Some can’t be. But we have to try to help fix ourselves too- or at least have the want to. Every morning we get another 24 on our shot clock. Get through today. I am trying.