I have given my brother-in-law, with whom I have often had a good glass (or several) of wine, a sign of life by email:   “Now we are in the middle of the Feast of Tabernacles. There are huts everywhere. The retirement home also has a huge hut with a thatched roof, where meals are taken. The huts are reminiscent of the 40-year desert migration of the people of Israel. The Jews are masters in celebrating festivals. There is not only a lot of prayer, but also a lot of food and a lot of singing. But wine is not…

  At 11:30 p.m. (October 11, 2011) I am already awake and fully alert. It feels like tomorrow, but due to the lack of bladder pressure, I know that this is not true. At 11:45 p.m. I kneel by the window. The sky is covered with passing clouds. Many thoughts go through my mind before God. Above all, there are thoughts about being able to speak to me in many ways.     I recite Chronicles 17:17 (August 12, 2011) and Matthew 24:27 (August 18, 2011 and September 8, 2011). According to my dream of February 24, 2009 (see below),…