I think I have next month coming in the mail a new Will Self novel.
This day has been normal thus far. I basically have been reading this afternoon a biography on the life of Gustave Flaubert by Benjamin F. Bart.
Carol goes back to work tonight. There is nothing on TV tonight so I should mop the kitchen floors and read my books. Tomorrow morning I once again volunteer at the Herrick Public Library used books store from 10 AM till 1 PM. I might watch college football tomorrow afternoon, it all depends how I feel inside.
I have to confess I did leave the house this afternoon with the purpose of going for a walk at VanRaalte Farm county park, but threatening storm clouds caused me to change my mind. While out I did stop at a local thrift store to look over their selection of used books. Sadly to write I found nothing to add to our book collection. Maybe next week I will find some used books to add to our library. One can always dream. I need to find used books every week to add to our library to feel normal. Next month around the first of the month Carol and I are going to a used books sale in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
So this day has gone by with any awareness of my inner pain. There are times I hate life in America. But where else can I go, but up.
Well I suppose I will close to drift.
" In the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink.
 He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.
 (But this spake he of the Spirit, which they that believe on him should receive: for the Holy Ghost was not yet given; because that Jesus was not yet glorified.)" John 7:37-39