evening

It’s not every day one is assaulted by bass. At least I think that’s what they were, I don’t know my freshwater fish really well. They were very large, inhabiting the shallows of the lake, moving slow in small groups, until they saw me floating near. Then a wave of the tail in the bottom, swirling up dirt, hiding their escape. Some, about three, made their way right into my kayak, knocking it about. They were all over two feet, some were about three, and very chunky. By the large tower I again saw the swallows in their mud nests high above. They do not like visitors. Bumped by bass, swarmed by swallows. Good times.

I found out my flying squirrel is actually a subspecies, called the San Bernardino Flying Squirrel. Apparently seeing one is quite a rare event. I’ll add that to my list of rare events which have occured thus far.

Little is on my mind right now, the late hour and its usual effects. I feel like something was stirring inside, only I don’t remember. I spent longer hours exercising and in the sun today, so I think I’m a little tired, and definitely a little burnt.

I’m considering churches still, an interesting quest. Ah… those were the thoughts. Two churches, very distinct, I know very little about either, my intuition points me opposite of my logic.

More on this later. Tonight I’m tired, and if I go to bed early, I get up early, and have a significantly better day.

God is in control, I know, that is my thought for the moment. I don’t know what he is up to, but I know he is in control. A lovely feeling to fall asleep with.