I usually don't have a chance to write in my journal until after the children are asleep, and then I'm too tired to make sense most of the time.

Now that Alice is so ill, and I help there as often as I can, my time is completely taken. My heart cries, yes, my heart, to know what Jason and Alice are enduring. Sometimes my faith wavers, and I feel as if the ground under my feet has changed to quicksand.

I'd better get a few hours of sleep. For some reason, students actually expect teachers not to sleep during class like some of them do.