I got up this morning around 6:33 AM. I got up drank coffee made last night and made myself oatmeal for a morning meal. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary.
When Carol got home around 8:50 AM I left for a used books sale at a library in Zeeland. The used books sale was a flop but I did buy a few used books to add to the book chaos-here is what I bought this morning-
"A Clearing In The Distance: Frederick Law Olmsted and America in the Nineteenth Century" by Witold Rybczynski
"The Diary Of H.L. Mencken" Edited By Charles A. Fecher
"Without A Hero" Stories by T. Coraghessan Boyle
"Robert Louis Stevenson: A Biography" by Frank McLynn
"Pnin" a novel by Vladimir Nabokov
"Lolita" a novel by Vladimir Nabokov
"Pale Fire" a novel by Vladimir Nabokov
"Speak, Memory: An Autobiography Revisited" by Vladimir Nabokov
"Willa Cather: A Life Saved Up" biography by Hermione Lee
"Critical Models: Interventions and Catchwords" by Theodor W. Adorno
"Claude Levi-Strauss: The Poet In The Laboratory" biography by Patrick Wilcken
After the used books sale I stopped at two thrift stores, but found nothing to stem the death flow.
Last night I basically read the novel "Frog" by Stephen Dixon late into the night. Now it is 12:03 PM Tuesday afternoon. I suppose I will close to wait it out. I am trapped. No way out.