It is 1:57 PM Friday afternoon in the flow of death. I am home from the Herrick Districk Pubic District Library used books store The Book Nook. I am glad to be home. The world is a hostile and lonely place.
The Book Nook was busy today. When not busy helping customers I read and wandered the bookstore. Now I am home and feeling empty. I need to close my eyes and just drift.
I brought home these used books from the Book Nook today-
'Treasure's Harbour' historical fiction by Patrick O'Brian
'The Far Side Of The World' historical fiction by Patrick O'Brian
'The Letter Of Marque' historical fiction by Patrick O'Brian
'The Thirteeth Gun Salute' historical fiction by Patrick O'Brian
'The Nutmeg Of Consolation' historical fiction by Patrick o'Brian
'The Truelove' historical fiction by Patrick O'Brian
'The Wine-Dark Sea' historical fiction by Patrick O'Brian
'The Commodore' historical fiction by Patrick O'Brian
'The Yellow Admiral' historical fiction by Patrick O'Brian
'The Hundred Days' historical fiction by Patrick O'Brian
'Blue At The Mizzen' historical fiction by Patrick
While at the Book Nook I read some more of the novel 'Challenge' by Vita Sackville-West and also read from The Atlantic magazine October 2017.
When I got home from the Book Nook I ate a slice of corn bread and wrote in my paper diary. Carol is sleeping because she goes back to work tonight. As I write these words I feel myself falling asleep so I will close to face rough waters.
" And I saw another angel fly in the midst of heaven, having the everlasting gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and to every nation, and kindred, and tongue, and people,
 Saying with a loud voice, Fear God, and give glory to him; for the hour of his judgment is come: and worship him that made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and the fountains of waters.
 And there followed another angel, saying, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city, because she made all nations drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication.
 And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand,
 The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb:
 And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name." Rev. 14:6-11