I got up this morning around 6:05 AM. I got up made a pot of coffee and then messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I made myself a bowl of oatmeal. After eating my mush I decided to write in my blogs even though I have nothing new to write. I write the same stuff every day. Nothing changes. I am shut in.
I do not plan to go anywhere today due to the bad early winter weather.
Last night I read my books and watched television. I went to bed around 11 o'clock PM last night. Now it is another day to celebrate existence in union with the Risen Lord Jesus Christ/Messiah. I read these books last night-
"Laura Warholic or, The Sexual Intellectual" a novel by Alexander Theroux
"Reappraisals: Reflections On The Forgotten Twentieth Century" by Tony Judt
In the mail yesterday I received another edition of John O'Hara's novel, "From The Terrace". A couple of weeks ago I bought a used edition of O'Hara's novel, "From The Terrance" and discovered when looking through it several pages were so damaged that it was impossible to read what was on the page. I decided to buy another used edition for my John O'Hara collection. John O'Hara is one of my favorite American writers. I have been reading off and on O'Hara's novel, "Ourselves To Know". Yesterday I got out a biography on the life of John O'Hara titled, "The Art Of Burning Bridges: A Life Of John O'Hara" by Geoffrey Wolff (Wolff also wrote a wonderful biography on Harry Crosby titled, "Black Sun: The Brief Transit and Violent Eclipse of Harry Crosby".)
So it is another day. I will close to write in my paper diary. Wait for Carol to come home from work. Existence keeps speeding by.