I got up this morning around 7 o'clock AM. I made myself a pot of coffee and messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and read a book titled, "Making All Things New: Inaugurated Eschatology for the Life of the Church" by Benjamin L. Gladd & Matthew S. Harmon.
My wife arrived home from work around 9:10 AM and went to bed around 10 o'clock AM for the day. I laid down around 10:25 AM down in the lower level. So has gone my day thus far.
I just received in the mail a book I had ordered titled, "Paris Vagabond" by Jean-Paul Clebert [Photographs by Patrice Molinard/Translated from the French by Donald Nicholson-Smith/Foreword by Luc Sante]
I do not know what I will do the rest of this day. I feel restless, but that is normal for a hermit. It takes discipline to stay in one place and feel complete. When I was working I always told my co-workers "there is no greener grass over the hill" "this is all there is so stop dreaming of a better job with more money" "you are going to die here so kiss the Beast".
It is sunny and I should go outside and take some pictures somewhere. Existence keeps disappearing on me.