It is in the snow ice flow 8:24 AM Wednesday morning. It has been snowing for days here in West Michigan. We live near Lake Michigan so we get Lake effect snow. I was woke up this morning by our snow plow man clearing off our driveway. I also went out this morning shoveled snow off our driveway-walk way to our front door-I shoveled a path to our bird feeder. It is suppose to stop snowing next week.
I got up this morning around 6:05 AM. I got up made a pot of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. It looks like Trump is going to be our next world leader. America is under divine judgment. We are a sick nation. All I see around me is sickness of mind and spirit.
After messing with our main computer I got myself a cup of coffee and wrote in my paper diary. I am out of it spiritually so I can not read anything spiritual these days. I am going through a dry spell spiritually speaking. This is normal for me. I need something fresh to get into spiritually/a new course of study. Right now there is nothing coming out spiritually that interest me.
Last night I read my books on David Foster Wallace and went to bed around 10:30 PM. My wife called me around 8:35 PM and we talked a few minutes. She is having a good time being a Grandma.
Well, I suppose I will close to feel sick inside/weary of all the shit.
" Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth: for the LORD hath spoken, I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me.
 The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib: but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.
 Ah sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, children that are corrupters: they have forsaken the LORD, they have provoked the Holy One of Israel unto anger, they are gone away backward.
 Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.
 From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.
 Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
 And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.
 Except the LORD of hosts had left unto us a very small remnant, we should have been as Sodom, and we should have been like unto Gomorrah." Isaiah 1:2-9