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Last night was bizarre because their was a posse of teenagers walked laps around the neighborhood loop in middle of the night. My tent was only a few feet from the sidewalk. Rowdy teenagers don’t intimidate me, but it’s a whole different story when I am laying on the ground in my underwear, separated by a thin cloth wall. When they came barking at each, scuffling their shoes along the sidewalk inches from my head—I didn’t know how to deal with the situation. I’ve just never encountered something like that before.

We went to sunrise Mass this morning. As cool as it is to start Easter Sunday that early, I can hardly make it through the whole Mass without falling asleep. Once we got home, the family charged through the house ready to start the adventures of the day. After sleeping in a tent for over forty nights, I could only imagine falling into a real bed. I slept for another five hours. I loved it!

Today is the happiest day of the year for Christians. After forty days of prayer and sacrifice, we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. The older and more mature I get, the more Lent and Easter mean to me. It makes my devotion to God more deep and meaningful. It’s so beautiful to experience all this with my girlfriend. I love her so much.

I’m up early (six) because I have a big day at work. It’s all cool stuff, but still a lot of work. My tent is almost worn out. In the past year or so, it’s spent almost 100 days under the desert sun. The fabric has become thin and almost brittle.

I don’t know how dignified it is to talk about bodily functions, but I can’t resist: I love peeing outside. I know girls don’t like to talk about this, and rightfully so. But guys talk about it all the time. Given the choice between going inside or outside, most guys will do it in the woods. Some people have told me that males just like to mark their territory. There might be some truth to that, but my carnal senses can’t confirm whose claimed which territory. The world is my backyard!

The citrus trees are blooming, and the aroma is intoxicating. I wake up and inhale the glory. It’s quite a contrast to when I fart in my tent. It’s quite funny when you think about it.

Yesterday, I traveled for a total of seven hours: car, plane, bus, and on foot. By the time I got home at one in the morning, I was so physically and emotionally exhausted. It’s the worst feeling because your body is in survival mode, and it’s difficult to relax and fall asleep. I lied there wide-eyed, staring at the roof of the tent, ready for battle.

I can’t believe one week from today is Good Friday. I know I am obsessive/compulsive about my spiritual life, and I always give myself a hard time about what I am doing right and wrong. This is a trap because I spend more time sorting-out my sins when I should be looking to God for grace.

The sun is rising earlier each day, and it’s getting hotter in the tent. Before I left for New Orleans, I turned on my sprinkler system to get the grass started right for spring. It scared the hell out of me this morning because my tent is five inches from a broken sprinkler. The little head popped out of the grass and then vomited water all over the side of my tent.