So it is another day. Carol left this morning to do stuff at the hospital. I was down in the lower level laying in the dark. I got up because my brain would not shut off.
I got up this morning around 6:06 AM. When I got up I made a pot of coffee and got the morning newspaper off our driveway. Carol got up soon after I did. So has gone by the morning. I have nothing important to do today, but drift.
Last night I watched television and went to bed around 10:30 PM.
I have been seeking to read these books lately-
"John 1-12" New Testament IV Reformation Commentary On Scripture Edited By Craig S. Farmer
"The Golden Epistle" by William Of St Thierry
"The Venerable Bede On the Song of Songs and Selected Writings" [The Classic Of Western Spirituality]
These days I am out of it. I could be getting bored with my books on Flaubert. Time to go on to something else maybe.
There is nothing pressing on my mind this morning. Existence keeps decaying.
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