an existential crisis in a seemingly futile and careless world
It is 10:13 AM Wednesday morning in the flow of existence. Outside this morning it is cold, wet, and dismal.
I have been up since 7:45 AM this morning. I just finished eating a hamburger for breakfast.
I have spent the morning doing the usual activities. Carol is sleeping right now, she is off the next couple of nights.
I have been mainly messing with our main computer this morning. I did read this morning a little Dutch Puritan Theology for devotions. I wrote in my paper diary this morning. Time keeps crawling by. I do not know what I will do today.
Last night I after Carol had gone to work I made a video for my BookTube channel and then I read till Midnight. I read from these books last night-
"American Philosophy: A Love Story" a memoir by John Kaag
"John Saturnall's Feast" a novel by Lawrence Norfolk
Well I suppose I will close to drift.
I have been up since 7:45 AM this morning. I just finished eating a hamburger for breakfast.
I have spent the morning doing the usual activities. Carol is sleeping right now, she is off the next couple of nights.
I have been mainly messing with our main computer this morning. I did read this morning a little Dutch Puritan Theology for devotions. I wrote in my paper diary this morning. Time keeps crawling by. I do not know what I will do today.
Last night I after Carol had gone to work I made a video for my BookTube channel and then I read till Midnight. I read from these books last night-
"American Philosophy: A Love Story" a memoir by John Kaag
"John Saturnall's Feast" a novel by Lawrence Norfolk
Well I suppose I will close to drift.