I got up this morning around 6:45 AM. I could write a book about just getting out of bed in the morning. I could write a book just describing what I see outside this morning. There is no end to writing about ones existence. There are not enough words to describe ALL that is going on in the world or inside ones cell. So I got up let Rudy out of the kitchen and got coffee ready to make when my wife gets out of bed. I messed with our main computer till Carol got up. I made coffee and oatmeal for breakfast. After breakfast I wrote in my paper diary as my wife looked through Sunday newspapers.
The morning goes by. I got out this morning my Mogwai CD collection. This week Mogwai is releasing a three CD box set of greatest hits from their albums and unreleased recordings. Many years ago our two sons Caleb and Josiah and I saw Mogwai in concert in Detroit, Michigan.
Last night after watching professional football I read, "Love and Death in the American Novel" by Leslie A. Fielder. Carol and I went to bed around 9 o'clock PM.
music Jefre Cantu-Ledesma 'Love Is A Stream'
After music I read late into the night a book I got out of our library yesterday titled, "A History of Reading" essays by Alberto Manguel. I recently ordered from Amazon a used book by Alberto Manguel. I have in our library a book that Alberto Manguel translate titled, "Mishima: A Vision Of The Void" by Marguerite Yourcenar Translated by Alberto Manguel in collaboration with the author. One of my favorite Japanese writers is Yukio Mishima.
I am still sick but slowly recovering. Carol is still sick, but still plans to return to work tonight. All one can do is keep going and pray for grace.
I suppose I will close to face IT.