It was an exhausting day. The project occupied my mind for all of the morning and a little of the afternoon. There were some details that I still couldn't figure out until the early afternoon, which is somewhat miraculous considering that I've been thinking about them for so long (well, not that long). I typed, I drew ugly diagrams, I made a return trip home, and I handed in at about 2pm. It was extremely hot outside, hitting 32 degrees with humidex 44 (and it's supposed to get hotter tomorrow!). That added to the exhaustion. Plus the hunger. I don't know what to eat with this sick body of mine. So yeah, pretty much collapsed when I got home. After some sleep, tried to do something useful, but didn't, of course. And suddenly I just felt extremely sad. I really don't know what got to me. It's just very weird. I get this sense of lost, like nothing is making sense. I think that's another call to return to God, isn't it?

Random notes: I'm still addicted to puzzles, even though I don't really enjoy them that much...; family called like three or four times today, finally deciding that they would visit me late August, if there are plane tickets remaining...; hmm...Samuel with spiky hair? That's kind of hard to imagine...; the question of returning to serving came up recently, and I'm just totally confused, also having trouble praying about it...; is the island of Newfoundland really that large? 886km from one end to the other end...yikes; I'm just tired; I hate matroids.

I'm grateful to God for...

• leading me through the completion of the project, giving me extra grace despite my constant procrastination;
• giving me physical rest after this incredibly exhausting day;
• continuing to challenge me in how to treat my relationship with Him, thinking the delicate balance that is needed in every aspect, just like how His creation is just balanced for life;
• urging me and pushing me forward on this pathway towards holiness; and
• everything.