O LORD, A COUNTLESS, THANKS FOR THY KINDNESS. It’s Friday, 6:12 am. Pitaji is lying awake in bed in His woollen cap and green sweater. “In normal times I would have laughed at this joke but my heart was too full of worry to laugh any longer.O Lord, it’s 7 am. Pitaji is asleep in bed while writing, immediately after taking His tea and biscuits and enjoying them. O LORD, A COUNTLESS THANKS FOR KEEPING HIM SO WELL – despite the illnesses weighing down upon Him. O Lord, He has passed up to 700 cc by 6:30 am, and I am still scared of a huge output by 9:45 am. Please help me and save us – O Dear, Lord.