It is 5:10 PM Friday evening. It is 80 degrees humid and gray outside today. I should mow our lawn but why? Our neighbors in the back have not mowed their lawn in years and it is a jungle. I do not report these neighbors to the city because birds and animals live in their backyard now. I suppose if it was not for our neighbors and living in the city I would not mow our lawn. We do not manicure our lawn. If I had a ton of money I would hire someone to mow our lawn and trim our shrubbery. I also like to have flowers blooming all around our house. Well someday I will be in the New Creation.
Today has been normal. I read my books on the life of Flaubert and wandered the house. I laid down till dreams drove me to the edge of madness. Now I am sitting here in front of this computer writing more words.
Carol is sleeping right now because she goes back to work after being off since Wednesday. No escape from the grind.
music Caribou "Swim"
So existence goes by. There is nothing on television worth watching tonight. I plan to go to bed early. Tomorrow I once again volunteer at the library used books store from 10 AM till 1 PM.
Well I will close to drift into the darkness.