It's 12:02 a.m. on Saturday morning no matter what the title says.  I have been sitting up waiting for the replay of the BYU game, but I just can't do it.  They are doing all of the interview and commentary on another game and I'm not getting any younger.  It was a special game for BYU that I missed and I hope that it does come on again so I can see it, but I have no regrets about my decision to go to Ogden and visit the temple with Sherri and Russ and Shelli and Phil and Sharon and, of course, Sheila.  It was an interesting discussion going on in my head, but in the end it was a good choice for me.  Attending the temple is always a good choice and it affects me in a real good way that I do not fully understand.  It bring a peace of mind that I don't often have at any other time, and of course when it occurs I try to over analyze it, but I can't.  Because it can't be totally explained other then to say that the spirit was there and it lingers for a time.  It isn't flashy or dramatic.  It just IS.  And I look forward to that positive effect tomorrow and hopefully into Sunday.  I won't worry about trying to explain it or understand it.  I will just enjoy it.  So now I have stayed up well past my bedtime so I will close and do what I do to finish my day and get to bed near 12:30 a.m.   nite all