This morning I was set on going to Church for my meditation. I was getting ready when something told me, do not go. Going to meditation is a good thing, no reason why I should not go. I set my mind on going and realized I was pushing it, pushing against the flow. Every time I do not heed that voice, I regret it. I did not go. I have no idea why and will never know why.
For two weeks, my mind kept telling me to check the cooler. I dismissed it. Everything should be fine. I was painting the roof trim when I saw it was leaking water, a rather fast leak and that area of the roof covered with water.
I am glad I saw it in time. I re coated that area with two layers of paint. The water with leavings from a tree ate into the old paint.
The Quiet Land 