I have thus far a normal American day. I got up this morning around 7 o'clock AM. I ate a bowl of cereal and drank coffee made last night. I next messed with our main computer and then wrote in my paper diary. After writing in my paper diary I read my newest commentary on The Epistle to the Romans by Richard Longenecker and then read Gregory the Great and John Calvin on The Book of Job chapter 3:5,6.
Carol got home from work around 10:57 AM because she had a meeting to go to at the hospital after work. She has gone to bed and said she would set her clock for 3:30 PM.
I have been sitting in the dining room just doing nothing. I read a little of the book "The Art Of Flight" a memoir by Sergio Pitol Translated From The Spanish By George Henson. I read this book last night also and went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. Now it is 12:13 PM and I can hear thunder off in the distance. I hope it rains because everything is so terribly dry right now.
Well I will close to sit and wait this day out. There is nothing.
" After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
 And Job spake, and said,
 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
 Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?" Job 3:1-11