the heelers diaries in america

Sitting alone in the wee small hours of the morning searching on the goggle box for Mary Tyler Moore.
Outside it's America.
I am half thinking of going to bed, half thinking of staying up to say the rosary prayer known as the Mysteries Of Light.
Gentle readers, lemme tell ya, I have been having an experience of prayer in America, where it seems God has moved my heart and made it very easy for me to pray.
But tonight I think I'll go to bed.
I've prayed the rosary earlier and enough is enough.
A small box of envelopes moves off the sideboard and falls to the floor.
It is a Kodak moment.
This is the second time in the last few days.
The Forces Of Darkness must be running out of ideas.
Yes trains pass close to here sometimes.
I suppose it might be that.
A vibration of some sort.
On the other hand.
Let's hear it for the Mysteries Of Light.