It is 2:46 PM Saturday afternoon in the flow of ice existence. Outside it is cold and we are suppose to have a snow storm tonight.
I got up this morning around 6:50 AM. When I got up my wife is already up reading her devotional books. I laid around this morning and around 9:35 AM I left the house to volunteer at the library book nook from 10 AM till 1 PM. The book nook was busy today. When not helping people I read from these two books "The Kennan Diaries" by George F. Kennan and "George F. Kennan: An American Life" by John Lewis Gaddis. While at the book nook a friend stopped by to chat and he gave me a used book titled, "The Long Week-End: A Social History Of Great Britain 1918-1939" by Robert Graves & Alan Hodge. I brought home these used books from the books nook to ADD to our library.
"The Orphan Master's Son" a novel by Adam Johnson
"Mr. Muo's Travelling Couch" a novel by Dai Sijie [Translated from the French by Ina Rilke] (I have in my library another novel by Dai Sijie titled, "Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstrees".)
"Winter Trees" poetry by Sylvia Plath
I got home from the book nook around 1 o'clock PM. We ate dinner and I then wrote in my paper diary. Our son Josiah called this afternoon and we talked for awhile.
Last night I watched television with my wife and went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. Existence keeps flying by. I need to close since I feel absolutely wasted.