contemplativeI have not heard yet from Carol this evening. She is three hours behind me, so where she is it is 2:10 PM. I am sure sometime this evening she will call me to make sure I am not dead. Of course tomorrow the Lord Jesus could come and end the whole shooting match.
I did leave the house this morning to put gas in our car and to visit a thrift store. I also took Rudy for a walk this morning at a local city park. I thought about going somewhere for a walk this afternoon, but never found the nerve to execute any plan of action. So instead of going for a walk I stayed inside my cell and read Vollmann’s new novel “The Dying Grass”. I have been reading the writings of Vollmann for many years. In some ways my diary writing resembles the works of Vollmann/a million words that mean nothing. My diaries are a record of my existence.
Tomorrow is the last day of July 2015. We are coming to the end of Summer 2015. It will soon be Football season once again.
Well I suppose I will close to wait for night fall. All one can do is beg for mercy.