I have nothing to do tonight. I do plan to be in bed early tonight. Tomorrow morning before going to the library book nook to volunteer, I plan to go to a used books sale put on by the Holland Rescue Mission. Maybe I will find something that will cause me to feel like a brick of gold. I really do not need any more books. I am sad to confess, I have no more room for books. Our house is crammed with books. I am feeling oppressed with all the books staring at me all the time. I want empty space! My cell is too full of books and I need to experience empty space (what we need is a bigger house). I feel at times I am a prisoner to my constant need/lust for books and music. Weird.
Today I received in the mail a used book I had ordered titled, “To A Distant Island” by James McConkey. It is hard to say what this books is about, it is mainly about Anton Chakhov’s travel memoir, “The Island: A Journey to Sakkalin.”
Not much happened today around here. I read my books, dozed, messed with our main computer, and wandered my cell. My days speed by toward my grave.
Well, I will close to feel at a lost. It will soon be revealed the Mystery.
" Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.
 For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.
 For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.
 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;
 While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal." Second Corinthians 4:14-18