This is Midsummer – the longest day of the year.  For me, this was a day off, as is my practice.  Fridays accomplish for me what Sundays do for many folks. 

I am getting used to life at 41 13′ 57″ N 80 47′ 39″ W.  There was enough sunlight on this mostly-sunny day for me to read on my east-facing front porch until 9:20 this evening.  I have moved from Patrick O’Brien’s Master and Commander series to C.S. Forester’s Hornblower Saga.  I’m working on #3 of 11, Hornblower and the Hotspur.  I initially delayed reading the Hornblower novels just because of the rediculous name of the protagonist. 

Still, on these warm, summer evenings, my mind travels back to Champaign-Urbana, where midsummer is ever-so-slightly shorter in terms of daylight – especially the backyard at home.  Somehow, whether it was a croquet match or just sitting on the patio or the back porch, that is where summer evenings are most comfortable. 

Nevertheless, I am content – even happy – here in Warren.  This is my house.  This is becoming my city.  This is my place of mission.  And there are good memories here, too.  Moreover, they are getting better, and are more frequently positive. 

Thanks be to God.