In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; in the night my hand was stretched without weariness; my soul refused to be comforted. When I remember God, then I am disturbed; when I sigh, then my spirit grows faint.
It seems I may meet some of my distant Irish relatives, some of whom now live in England. Although it would be essentially meeting strangers – our closest link being my great-grandmother Toohey who came from Ireland to California – still I think meeting them could be interesting.
Lately I’ve slacked off on the MQP; I feel very much at loose ends. I expected my work for Commonside to take longer, and now I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t relish going back to researching things, but I suppose I’ll just have to buckle down and research after all. Darn.