I have nothing to do tonight. It is too early to go to bed. I plan to sit in the dark tonight and pray. I pray when I am dying I am praying in the Spirit. I hate to think all my prayers are produced by the corrupt flesh. I hate to think all my prayers have been in vain.
Carol left for work around 7:55 PM tonight. I put a snow shovel in my van in case she has to dig herself out tomorrow morning after work. I am driving her car to my doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. Her car has four wheel drive whereas my old van is on its last legs.
Today was another super quiet for me. I love super quiet days. I could spend eternity in a super quiet New Creation. I suppose there will only be songs of praise in the New Creation. There will be no sinful noise in the New Creation.
I did leave the house this afternoon so as to get some money from our Credit Union and then I visited two local thrift shops to look for used books to add to our prison library. I found this used books today-
"Moby-Dick" a novel by Herman Melville
"Bulfinch's Greek And Roman Mythology: The Age Of Fable"
"City of Djinns: A Year In Delhi" a travel memoir by William Dalrymple (I have three other books by Dalrymple in our library-"In Xandau: A Quest", "The Last Mughal: The Fall Of A Dynasty: Delhi, 1857", and "White Mughals" Love and betrayal in eighteenth-century India.)
"The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress" Science Fiction by Robert A. Heinlein
I read from these books today when not freaking out about having to drive in a winter storm tomorrow morning to my doctor appointment-
"Deep South: Four Seasons On Back Roads" a travel memoir by Paul Theroux
"Life At The Bottom: The Worldview That Makes The Underclass" essays by Theodore Dalrymple
"John Saturnall's Feast" a novel by Lawrence Norfolk
In the mail this afternoon I received three CD's for my music collection. I am suppose to get a new book in the mail I think tomorrow.
So the day went by and now it is nighttime. Existence keeps digging graves. I will close to feel sick to my inner being.
" And he came and took the book out of the right hand of him that sat upon the throne.
 And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps, and golden vials full of odours, which are the prayers of saints.
 And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation;
 And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.
 And I beheld, and I heard the voice of many angels round about the throne and the beasts and the elders: and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands;
 Saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.
 And every creature which is in heaven, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I saying, Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever.
 And the four beasts said, Amen. And the four and twenty elders fell down and worshipped him that liveth for ever and ever." Rev. 5:7-14