I just got home from the Herrick Public Library used bookstore, where I covered for someone from 10 AM till 1 PM. While at the book nook I read when not helping people with their used books. I brought home one used book to add to our library titled, "Roll, Jordan, Roll: The World The Slaves Made" by Eugene D. Genovese.
When I got home from the book nook I ate something and then wrote in my paper diary. I am tired so I will close to drift through the afternoon.
I do not remember what I did last night or what I did this morning. I basically do the same things every day. My life is a rerun.