I just got back from visiting thrift stores in search of used books. I found only one old used paperback to add to our library, "Pursuit Of The Prodigal" a novel by Louis Auchincloss.
When I got home from my wandering I found that Carol had gone to bed to sleep. I feel like sleeping this afternoon.
There is not much else to report this afternoon. Yesterday I wandered the house and read my books.
I suppose I will close to do my little dance of death. The last book I attempted to read today was titled, "Mislaid" a novel by Nell Zink.