Let's see.  It's 23 minutes after 7.  I did wake up.  Then I got out of bed when Sheila left for work.  I read my scriptures.  I took my blood number (you know, poking my finger with a needle) and I turned on the shower.  Then I did do my 58 push ups while counting and listening to the creaking of the water pipes denoting the water heating up.  Funny, for the most part of last month the 57 were quite easy.  But starting this month just the 'one more' seemed a barrier that seemed harder.  I made it, and again this morning, but it felt like my limit.  Funny how habits behave.  I dressed and felt it a privilege to kneel for my prayer.  It was a new feeling for me.  I try to never make it routine, but for some reason today it felt special.  I don't know why, but I will take it.  Maybe it has something to do with General Conference coming up and my thought preparation or maybe it is because of my project that I finished last week and have felt strangely accomplished over.  I made a copy to be sent to Elder Porter, now out in the field.  I really don't expect anything, but just knowing that I finished it feels good.   I'll publish this and then read my paper and then launch into this Wednesday.  It will be as good as 'We' make it.