exhaustedCarol and I went grocery shopping this morning. Before going food gathering Carol dropped Beth off at the Holland Train Station.
Not much else to report right now. I am feeling sick from exhaustion and desire.
I have been reading lately a biography titled, "Flaubert" by Benjamin F. Bart.
Last night is a blur. I do remember reading till Midnight, "Flaubert" by Bart. Now it is another day. No way out. No way of escape.
Well I will close to feel awful.
"Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love." Song of Songs 2:5
