contemplativeI left the house this morning to pick up a prescription at a local pharmacy. While out running around I visited two thrift stores to look at their used books. I found no used books worth adding to our library this morning. Sometimes one comes out empty handed. I was home by 10:57 AM from my errands. I wrote in my blogs and read my books.
I have been reading this afternoon "My Struggle" Book One by Karl Ove Knausgaard. Not much else to report so I will close. As I write these words I can feel myself falling asleep. I am always sleepy during the afternoon hours.
I was wondering today if I have any right to blame the Church for my inner pain. It did not want this kind of life. I wanted to be a minister, but the Church did not want me. Is that an excuse for dropping out of the world? It is all beyond me. I suppose I will close to feel wasted.
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