I'm trying to finish the day strong.  The whole day wasn't particularly strong.  Sheila called it a 'recovery day'  and later said that it was ore of a recovery day for me then for her.  I call it a day of transition, but whatever it is called it could have been better then it was.  But I did several things to fill the evening with production that helped change it around for me.  I took 'the knife' back.  I got gas in the car.  Sheila and I went to Robert's 30th birthday party.  And even though I came home feeling drained enough that I was going to pass on my 55 after sitting for an hour or so I am determined to get my 55 when I go up.  I am also going to have a bottle of cold Mt. Olympus water as I do my day's end routine.  Things seem to be set up for me to be productive tomorrow.  Can't have the whole day to myself though.  We have an appointment at 8 for Nicholas' setting apart.  I don't know why I fight the things that I really want to do, but sometimes I am a lazy bum and just have to chose to do what I know that I ought to do.  The sad part is that it doesn't always work out that way.  I am a flawed human being, but I have made progress, and I can truthfully say that God isn't done with me yet!