This Friday morning I had a using dream that was elaborate, recurring all night, and left me with lingering feelings, not desire, but with a vivid recollection of the circumstances, thought patterns and emotions.

The dream took me back in time to when my wife and I had no kids. In this dream she was upset over my strong desire to use over my value of her. It was one of those times back them when she was trying participate and arrange things in a futile effort to get me to love her more.

I remember the way that the drugs looked, the amount, the shape, the texture and the smell. I remember that it wasn't enough and my wife and I were both frustrated with each other.

As usual in these cases I am easily able to identify some lack of action in my spiritual program that correlates with this disturbance.

I was grateful for a renewed sense of enthusiasm and direction in my studies that I received from a presentation by a department head today.

I was grateful that I am not as sick as my son who had a high fever last night and had to stay home.

I was grateful for the program I got to watch about Pope Paul VI who was Holy Father when I was a child. I was fascinated as I new almost nothing about him, or his relationship with the world, or the papacy in general until recently.

I have a lot more to be grateful for this day, thanks be to God.