I am really not in the mood to write, because there is nothing to write that has not been written down already. But I have to write something each day in my blogs. I am not one to skip days writing in my diary.
I got up this morning around 7:15 AM. I made a pot of coffee and then made myself oatmeal for breakfast. I ate my oatmeal while messing with our main computer.
Carol called around 8:35 AM to tell me she was ready to come home. I drove over to the hospital got Carol and brought her home. She has a meeting at the hospital so she will have to get up early from sleeping. She is off now four nights from work. Our days are flying by. We are dust in the wind.
This morning I have been writing in my paper diary and reading a book titled, "God Has Spoken: A History of Christian Theology" by Gerald Bray.
Last night I read "Watergate" a novel by Thomas Mallon and watched a TV show on our Amazon Prime.
I am thinking of visiting thrift stores this morning in search of used books to add to our book collection. But right now I am not sure what I will do since I feel drained and freaked inside/anxiety attack/panic/fear and dread.
Well I suppose I will close to face this cold winter day. Existence keeps speeding by.