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September 22nd, 2018 
It is the ongoing death flow 1:52 PM Saturday afternoon here in west Michigan. It is a cold sunny Autumn afternoon. It is around 69 degrees today, which is another sign of the approach of the Fall season (today is the first day of Autumn).

It has been a typical day for me thus far. Nothing strange has happened today. I was just down in the lower level looking for a book titled, 'Guilty Thing: A Life of Thomas De Quincey' biography by Frances Wilson. It took me two hours to find this biography on Thomas De Quincey who wrote a famous 19th century work titled 'Confessions of an English Opium-Eater'.

I got up this morning around 7:34 AM. I got myself a bowl of cereal and then messed with our main computer. After messing our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and read most of the morning 'The Saint's Everlasting Rest' by Richard Baxter.

Carol home from work around 8:30 AM and went to bed soon after coming home. So time goes by.

Last night I made a video for my Youtube channel and watched a program on our Amazon Prime site. I went to bed around 11:30 PM. Now it is another day to sweat it out as we had for the finish time.

I am not in the mood right now to watch college football on TV, maybe later. I am still struggling to wake up.

I also have been reading today more of the Danish novel 'Havoc' by Tom Kristensen. Well not much else to report so I will close to drift downstream. I hope I do not go over the waterfall and drown.
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lower level library

lower level study & library

lower level library

lower level library

lower level library


Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
[originally When my eye-strings break in death]
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
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