Mainly been thinking about how to fix my computer. It is surprising to me, and alarming, how much time I've devoted to this enterprise.

I've also been thinking about work and how it is supposed to be a holy enterprise. Yet, I do not feel that my work is very holy. Mainly I find it boring, just stupefyingly boring. I try to care for the animals with love, tenderly helping the weak ones. It's when I have a sick or old pet that I most approach interest. My work doesn't do any of the things that Joan and Thomas say it is supposed to do... Chittester and Merton, respectively. It does not support my community. I do not have a community. It does not help others. It merely enables them to work longer and take vacations. It does not ennoble me. People look down on me for my job. It is not a proper balance to a life of prayer. It is its own life for when I am not doing my job, I am worrying about it. It does not produce enough income to justify even my own existence and provides precious little help to others. Work is pointless and it sucks.