It is 3:42 PM Sunday afternoon here where I am living out my existence. It is 81 degrees and I am thinking I might shut the house up and turn on the central air system. It is suppose to be 84 degrees tomorrow with a chance of rain storms.
It has been a super quiet Sunday for me thus far. I have been wandering our house and reading my books. I have been fighting to keep myself awake.
Carol has not come home yet from Emily's baby shower in Midland Michigan. Carol told me before she left this morning she would call me as she was about to leave for home.
There is nothing pressing on my mind this afternoon. Just the old stuff on my old brain.
I have read these books today when not watching birds at our bird feeder.
"Travels With Herodotus" by Ryzard Kapuscinski
"Schnitzler's Century: The Making Of Middle-Class Culture 1815-1914" by Peter Gay
"The Complete Works Of Isaac Babel" Edited By Nathalie Babel Translated By Peter Constantine
Well I will close to feel out of it. It is that time of day I start closing down to go into the evening hours. Tomorrow is a Monday. No way of escape.
" But those things, which God before had shewed by the mouth of all his prophets, that Christ should suffer, he hath so fulfilled.
 Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord;
 And he shall send Jesus Christ, which before was preached unto you:
 Whom the heaven must receive until the times of restitution of all things, which God hath spoken by the mouth of all his holy prophets since the world began.
 For Moses truly said unto the fathers, A prophet shall the Lord your God raise up unto you of your brethren, like unto me; him shall ye hear in all things whatsoever he shall say unto you.
 And it shall come to pass, that every soul, which will not hear that prophet, shall be destroyed from among the people.
 Yea, and all the prophets from Samuel and those that follow after, as many as have spoken, have likewise foretold of these days.
 Ye are the children of the prophets, and of the covenant which God made with our fathers, saying unto Abraham, And in thy seed shall all the kindreds of the earth be blessed.
 Unto you first God, having raised up his Son Jesus, sent him to bless you, in turning away every one of you from his iniquities." Acts 3:18-26
female brown-headed cowbird