In this video I mentioned books I am currently reading and books I plan to read in the future-
"North of Now: A Celebration Of Country And The Soon To Be Gone" essays by W. D. Wetherell
"Mickelsson's Ghosts" a novel by John Gardner
"Walter Benjamin at the Dairy Queen: Reflections At Sixty And Beyond" memoir by Larry McMurtry
"A Visit To Don Otavio: A Mexican Journey" travel memoir by Sybille Bedford
"Brothers Of The Quill: Oliver Goldsmith in Grub Street" biography by Norma Clarke
"The Lunar Men: The Friends Who Made The Future" biography by Jenny Uglow
"The Novel: A Biography" by Michael Schmidt
"The Glory Of The Empire A Novel, A History" by Jean D'Ormesson Translated from the French by Barbara Bray
"The Bohemians: Mark Twain and the San Francisco Writers Who Reinvented American Literature" by Ben Tarnoff
"The Art Of Flight" a memoir by Sergio Pitol Translated From The Spanish By George Henson
"Faces In The Crowd" a novel by Valeria Luiselli Translated from the Spanish by Christina MacSweeney
"The Adventures And Misadventures Of Maqroll" novel by Alvaro Mutis Translated By Edith Grossman
""Literchoor Is My Beat" A Life Of James Laughlin, Publisher Of New Directions" biography by Ian S. MacNiven
"Pinkerton's Sister" a novel by Peter Rushforth
"The Money Cult: Capitalism, Christianity, And The Unmaking Of The American Dream" by Chris Lehmann
"Melville in Love: The Secret Life Of Herman Melville And The Muse Of Moby-Dick" biography by Michael Shelden
"The Civil Wars of Julia Ward Howe: A Biography" by Elaine Showalter
"The Whole Harmonium: The Life of Wallace Stevens" by Paul Mariani
"United States: Essays 1952-1992" by Gore Vidal
"The World Beyond Your Head: On Becoming An Individual In An Age Of Distraction" by Matthew B. Crawford
"American Salvage" Short Stories by Bonnie Jo Campbell
Gravity: Tilted Perspectives on Rocketships, Rollercoasters, Earthquakes, and Angel Food" essays by Joseph Lanza
- Music:Russian Circles 'Memorial'
It is 9:37 AM Thursday morning in the cosmic death flow. It is a humid, sticky, damp gray day. A good day to dig a grave in a swamp.
I got up this morning around 6:34 AM. I woke up after having a dream about D. H. Lawrence the writer. When I got up I found my wife reading in the living room. I got a glass of ice water and sat in the dining room waking up to another day in the American Dream. Finally I roused myself and got a cup of coffee and messed with our main computer. In the mornings on the computer I first check LiveJournal and then the News. I then check for e-mail and then check for new videos on YouTube from folks I subscribe to. I then read music reviews and then I decided to do something else. I made oatmeal for breakfast and then wrote in my paper diary. I read this morning the Holy Bible and from a book titled, "God has Spoken in his Son: A biblical theology of Hebrews" by Peter O'Brien [New Studies In Biblical Theology].
Carol just left to do stuff in the fallen world. I closed up my cell and turned on the A/C to cool the tomb down. I do not like wandering a hot cell. It is a blessing to have a cool dark cell to contemplate God in as the world screams in adoration at Donald Trump and the Middle East races towards Armageddon.
Maybe North Korea will start World War III this week.
Last night I sat and did nothing and then I decided to read some more of the novel, "Mickelsson's Ghosts" before going to bed my usual time. I slept poor so right now I feel like closing my eyes.
Well not much else to report so I will close to drift. I have been adrift my whole life and yet my life is right on course. Weird.
" God, who at sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past unto the fathers by the prophets,
 Hath in these last days spoken unto us by his Son, whom he hath appointed heir of all things, by whom also he made the worlds;
 Who being the brightness of his glory, and the express image of his person, and upholding all things by the word of his power, when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high;
 Being made so much better than the angels, as he hath by inheritance obtained a more excellent name than they.
 For unto which of the angels said he at any time, Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten thee? And again, I will be to him a Father, and he shall be to me a Son?
 And again, when he bringeth in the firstbegotten into the world, he saith, And let all the angels of God worship him." Hebrews 1:1-6
- Music:Son Volt 'A Retrospective 1995-2000'
It is 10:25 AM Wednesday morning here by Lake Michigan. It is a gray damp morning. It is suppose to rain this afternoon.
I got up at 5 o'clock AM because Rudy wanted to go outside. When I woke up to let him out I found a pool of shit on the bedroom floor. Rudy had shit on my short so I had to throw those out and then clean the bedroom floor. So I am not feeling so good right now. My old eyes feel sore from lack of sleep. I did doze for awhile in the living room easy chair this morning. Life has those rough patches we all must go through before we get to the Pearly Gates.
I woke myself up around 8 o'clock AM and made a fresh pot of coffee and then wrote in my paper diary. Carol got home from work around 8:55 AM and went to bed around 9:59 AM. She is off from work the next two nights. Carol and I have been married 37 years. It seems we have been together only a couple of days. Where has the time gone? I want to be Carol forever and ever. I hate the thought of being separated from my wife. True love is eternal. I know the Lord loves His people with an everlasting love. His love will never let us go. The Lord Jesus loved us so much He died for our sins on the Cross. Because of the death of Christ we are can have assurance we will be with Him in the new creation.
I have been reading this morning once again from a book titled, "God has Spoken in his Son: A biblical theology of Hebrews" by Peter T. O'Brien [New Studies In Biblical Theology]. I also got out this morning to look at, "The Race Set Before Us: A Biblical Theology of Perseverance & Assurance" by Thomas R. Schreiner & Ardel B. Caneday. I read this book a couple of years ago.
Last night I made video for my BookTube channel, listened to music and read late into the night from a novel titled, "Mickelsson's Ghosts" by John Gardner.
So the morning goes by. Not much else to report in my wasted condition. I will close to read and ponder.
" Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,
 Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
 For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds.
 Ye have not yet resisted unto blood, striving against sin." Hebrews 12:1-4
It is 12:19 PM Tuesday afternoon here where I am decaying. It is another mild sunny day.
I have had thus far a typical day. I got up this morning around 6:45 AM. I got up made a pot of coffee and then messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I made for myself a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast.
Carol came home and went to bed. I left the house this morning to pick up coffee beans and then to visit local thrift stores to look for used books to add to our book collection. I found these used books this morning-
"Fire From Heaven" a novel by Mary Renault
"Woodrow Wilson" Penguin Lives by Louis Auchincloss
"Strange Pilgrims" Stories by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
"The Lives Of The Kings & Queens Of England" Edited By Antonia Fraser
After my running around I came home to wait out existence. I am still out of it. I am tired as usual. All I have attempted to read today is from a book titled, "The Lunar Men: The Friends Who Made The Future" biography by Jenny Uglow.
Last night I did nothing but wait to go to bed. Now it is another day. There is no way out.