Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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the speech of idols

It is 6:39 AM Monday morning in the flow of existence. It is suppose to be 55 degrees today. I heard water dripping off our roof all night. Once again the snow is melting and I can see areas of old green grass on our front yard. Spring will soon be here once again.

I got up this morning around 5:50 AM. I got up made a pot of coffee and toasted a bagel. I put cream cheese on my bagel and ate it with coffee while I messed with our main computer.

Carol is still sleeping. She works four nights this week.

Last night we watched television and went to bed around 10:25 PM.

music Fennesz 'Black Sea'

I do not remember reading anything last night. I was too tired last night to read my books. I did make a short video while Carol was at church for my YouTube channel.

This morning I might visit thrift stores to search for used books to add to our library. Right now I am tired so I am not sure if I will actually leave my cell today.

Well, I suppose I will close to drink coffee and try to wake up to this day. There is no way of escape.

"[16] Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil;
[17] Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.
[18] Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
[19] If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land:
[20] But if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be devoured with the sword: for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it." Isaiah 1:16-20

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