I thought of going someplace this morning, but can't find a reason to leave the house. I usually feel better if I take a walk. I like to walk but it is difficult to find a place to go to walk. I could just walk around our neighborhood, which would be easy. So I sit and watch the wheels spin inside my brain. I could see myself sitting for years watching the wheels spin inside my head.
I got up this morning around 8 o'clock AM. I have been up going almost three hours.
Last night I read "The Lure Of The Sea: The Discovery of the Seaside 1750-1840" by Alain Corbin and watched television. I went to bed around 11:10 PM. I had weird religious dreams all night.
Well I suppose I will close to sit and daydream. I had a ton of stuff I thought about writing about, but now it all seems pointless.