So, as I sat on the deck watching the evening twilight, I decided that when I return here next week, I will check email morning and evening, just enough to keep in contact with my personal world.
“Good choice, Bobs,” I told myself as I signed in a little later. But alas, the prayer was already answered. My server had decided to shut down my access until I could reenter my password. I tried, but, no surprise, the password that I had recorded on my little password list was not current. I made a brief attempt to wander through the instructions to set a new one, only to be told that they would email me instructions. Ah, but my email was shut down! How to tell them that? By then, I realized that here I was, way into the internet, which was the very thing I was trying to slip away from.
But, ‘Things work out,’—another favorite adage of mine. I have an appointment for today at 11:15 with one of the geniuses at the Apple Store at the very mall where I’m meeting a friend for lunch at 12:15.
I have to say that things do work out, but watch out that you pray for good things.