I got up this morning around 6:33 AM. My wife was already up reading and watching the News on TV. I made for us a fresh pot of coffee and a pot of oatmeal. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and have been reading when possible from a book titled, 'The Most Dangerous Man In America: Timothy Leary, Richard Nixon and the Hunt for the Fugitive King of LSD' by Bill Minutaglio & Steven L. Davis.
Now I am writing in my online diaries. Outside it is snowing and very cold.
I have no plans for the day ahead of me.
Last night I watched taped television shows with my wife and read from a book titled, 'The World Broke In Two: Virginia Woolf, T. S. Eliot, D. H. Lawrence, E. M. Forster, and the Year That Changed Literature' by Bill Goldstein. I also read yesterday from a book titled, 'The Lonely City: Adventures In The Art Of Being Alone' by Olivia Laing.
I am tired this morning. I have nothing pressing on my mind this morning. I should go fed our birds and get on with the job of living. There is no way out.