I got up this morning around 6:15 AM. I got up it was still dark outside. I got myself a cup of coffee and messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary. I then read till Carol got home from work. I have been reading this morning a novel by Louis Begley titled, 'About Schmidt'. Carol went to bed a long time ago.
There is not much else to report this morning. Existence keeps decaying.
Last night I read 'The Book of Disquiet' by Fernando Pessoa before going to sleep. I did watch last night some college football. I find myself lately not interested in watching college football or even professional football. To me all that seems to be real is death.
I will close to drift into the afternoon hours.