I got up around 6:45 AM this morning. I got up made myself a small bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. I made myself a small pot of coffee. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary. I have been writing in a diary since High School 1968. I have been writing every day for 40 years. I have in my possession 37 years of personal diaries. I wonder how long I will be able to write down my ordinary American middle-class white Christian life. I am a retired farm hand. I am made of simple country stock. My forefathers were uneducated and poor. I am always amazed we have indoor plumbing. It is a blessing to have water to drink that is not poisoned by chemicals running off the surrounding corn fields. The Lord is faithful.
Carol got home late from work because she had to get a mandatory flu shot. I have never had a flu shot. She went to bed around 9:30 AM. I read for morning worship from my new Reformation Commentary on Psalms 1-72. I gave our dog Rudy a bath this morning. I am doing a couple loads of wash right now. I like our to be clean cell in case angels stop by for a visit.
Last night I watched a documentary on a several people/Hippies who traveled to India in the 1960's and then stayed for the rest of their lives. I myself was never a hippie. In High School (1968-1970 Richmond, Calif.) I always sought just to be myself. I have never felt comfortable labeling people. I am a Christian or a lover of the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, Second Person of the Trinity. I have been a Christian (born-again/converted/regenerated) since the Summer of 1970 Richmond, California. I was caught up the early 1970 Jesus Movement. ONE WAY.
I have no plans for the day ahead of me. I will read my books and wait for nightfall to arrive. Due to the rain falling today I will stay inside. My isolated existence keeps speeding by.
 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
 But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
 The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
 Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
 For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.