Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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perfecting writing as a display of self

It is 11:49 AM late Monday morning in the death flow. Outside today it is gray and wet. It rained all night and all morning here in West Michigan. Before I went to bed last night I closed up the house and turned on the central air system. I did want rain blowing through the windows during the night, so I shut the house up.

I have had thus far a normal middle-class morning. In nine minutes we will be in the Noon time hours.

I got up this morning around 6:30 AM. I got up because I got a charlie horse in my right calf, so I had to jump out of bed and get rid of the leg pain by walking around our bedroom.

When I walked out of our bedroom towards the kitchen I opened the shades and got a glass of ice water. I drank coffee made last night as I messed with our main computer.

After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and then sat in the living dozing till Carol got home from work around 8:40 AM.

I have spent the morning mainly messing with our main computer and reading from a book titled, 'The Last Intellectuals: American Culture In The Age Of Academe' by Russell Jacoby. Carol went to bed around 9:30 AM and is off tonight from work.

Last night I made a video for my BookTube channel and watched television till 11:30 PM. Now it is another day to mourn for the dead. I will close to go into the Noontime hours. There is no way of escape.

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