I got up this morning around 6:24 AM. My wife was already up sitting in the sun room reading her Bible. I got a cup of coffee and a slice of banana bread and messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I made a pot of oatmeal for breakfast. After breakfast I wrote in my paper diary and have been doing nothing since I put words to ink. Existence keeps blowing by like a cold north wind.
Last night I basically sat in the dark till I went to bed around 10:30 PM. Carol had gone to bed early last night. Now it is another day to fight the snow and ice.
Last book I attempted to read was titled, "Literary San Francisco: A Pictorial History From Its Beginnings To The Present Day" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti & Nancy J. Peters.
I will close to wait it out. I am not going anywhere.