Whiny complaints are the buzz of mosquitoes flittering beside the ears. One has to resist the urge to smack them away. But not God, no. I was surprised to receive nine lessons this week. Thirty-seven and a half times nine rounds up to a three hundred, thirty-seven. Not good, but much better than the last week of three. He provides. Now if only my rising ocean wave of apprehension concerning the summer could subside back into the deepest, darkest parts of the sea...