I did find the courage to leave my hermit hut this morning. I got coffee beans and then took Rudy for a walk at Kollen Park. On the way home I stopped at our Credit Union to get money and then visited two thrift stores. I found these used books this morning to throw on the heap-
"Washington" a memoir by Meg Greenfield (Meg Greenfield wrote this book in secrecy at the end of her life.)
"Washington" by Meg Greenfield
"Death In Belmont" true crime journalism by Sebastian Junger (Sebastian Junger, the author of the book, "The Perfect Storm", which was made into a movie.)
a book review "Death In Belmont" by Junger
"Reappraisals: Reflections Of The Forgotten Twentieth Century" essays by Tony Judt
"Six Months in the Sandwich Islands" a Victorian travel book by Isabella L. Bird (First printed in 1881 and reprinted many times since. I collect travel books.)
"Franklin & Lucy: President Roosevelt, Mrs. Rutherfurd, and the Other Remarkable Women in His Life" biography by Joseph E. Persico (I bought this biography to ADD to my President Franklin Roosevelt Collection.)
When I got home I ate lunch, messed with our main computer and wrote in my paper diary. I have been reading this afternoon "Laura Worholic or, The Sexual Intellectual" by Alexander Theroux.
Before I left the house this morning I called Carol to see how her night went taking care of little Josie our granddaughter.
Well, not much else to report so I will close to drift aimlessly in the flow of divine Providence.