Four Brothers, Five Sons

This time, I feel like writing, but I again do not know what I want to write.

I had a good day. Lately, days have been pretty fantastic actually. I'm a little tense about the miscellaneous transitions that are taking place or need to take place, but God's goodness has been washing over me, and I am consistently filled with gumption? Maybe hope. Peace? Joy? Lightheartedness? I'm not sure, but it's dandy.

I want to brush my teeth, but that means I'd have to get up.

So, Werbel has been printed, but I haven't read him at all. I'll get there. What's next? Back exercises? Gah! Whenever I do it, I feel dramatically better. Whenever I don't, I feel customarily worse. I'll get there too...

My knuckles have been drying out. It makes me proud. Isaac's knuckles always dry out in the winter, and, in many ways, I really want to be like Isaac. In many different ways, I really want to be like all my brothers. (In many other ways, I very much don't want to be like my brothers, but that's to be expected.) I've long admired Isaac's craftsmanship, Jared's business acumen, Sean's wit and charm,  Aaron's servant heart, Isaac's cunning persistence, Jared's well-rounded informedness, Sean's engaging manner, Aaron's benign ferocity, and so many more for each of them. And I admire all of their generosity and loyalty.
I want to be like my brothers.

I don't really have much else to say. I want to talk more about my brothers, and then I want to talk about my parents, and that all would take way too long. I'll get there, just not today.

I'm going to play The Elder Scrolls Online with Isaac.

Toodles!