O Dear, Dear Lord, a countless thanks to Thee for a very good health day for Pitaji. Monday passed well and now its 2:30 am past midnight and Pitaji is fast asleep on His left side, turned towards me. We have technically entered into Tuesday, early morning of the 23rd of June 1992.“GOODAA MORNING!” He had always done this with affection since the time Priya Nath was a child in Mussoorie. Any time there was any auspicious occasion or there was any good news, Shri Nathji would immediately say: “Goodaa Morn-ing! Goodaa Morn-ing!” thumping Priya Nath on his back, regardless of the time of the day!O LORD, A COUNTLESS, COUNTLESS, THANKS.O Dear Lord, please don’t allow the evil within any member of the household to effect Pitaji in any manner whatsoever. I have told Pitaji to ignore Mangla’s moods altogether as she is chronically depressed no matter what the circumstances. Only Pitaji can uplift her moods, for which he has to make the horrendous effort of speaking to her for hours, thus exhausting himself.