Carol came home, but left because her friend broke her arm and was at the hospital. This friend of my wife’s is a woman who is 90 years old.
I have been wandering the house since I last wrote here. I did lay down for awhile, but woke up when I heard Carol come home. Now I am alone again and feel tired, too tired to think or do anything but sit and talk to myself. Outside it is dark and rainy. Carol told me before she left that Andy, Beth, and Lou had landed safe at the airport and that Louisa was running around.
Nothing came in the mail for me today. At times I get sick of music and books. I am overfed. I need to fast and pray. It is blessing to be poor in Christ Jesus.
I do not know what I will do tonight to keep myself awake. Tomorrow is the last day of May 2015.
All I have attempted to read today is the novel “Satantango” by Laszlo Kraszbahorkai.
Do not know when I will see Carol again. She is always off on some errand of mercy. My wife can not sit still. What is she going to do when she is retired from nursing. I am sure she will find ways to be always running around.
Well I will close since I am feeling sick to my stomach. I am out of it. Something is wrong with me.