It is in the death flow 10:37 AM Wednesday morning here in West Michigan. It is snowing outside today. Tomorrow it is suppose to be sunny. No it is a Tuesday not a Wednesday. So here I sit writing some words. Existence keeps flowing by like a bird going South for the Winter.
I got up this morning around 6:30 AM. I did not want to get up, but I also did not want to lay in bed. I got up and made myself a portion of oatmeal for breakfast. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. What is another word for playing with our main computer besides messing? I need to know more words so as to describe in perfect detail my existence/what I do day by day. So much of what I do is wrapped in lack of language/words. I suppose in the end who gives a shit about what I do each day. One day you are here and then forgotten. We are dust blowing in the wind/cosmic dust.
Carol called me around 8:17 AM telling me she was finished working and ready to be driven home. So I drove over to the hospital and picked up my wife. Carol went to bed around 9:15 AM for the day. She talked to our daughter this morning on her cell phone before going to bed.
I have been wandering the house and reading off and on for morning worship from a book titled, 'God's Glory In Salvation Through Judgment: A Biblical Theology' by James M. Hamilton Jr..
I plan to drift today and wait for sunshine and lollipops.
Last night I made a video for my Booktube channel and listened to music. Now it is another day to wait for the final kill off. I will close to watch the snow fall.
" Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.  Be not carried about with divers and strange doctrines. For it is a good thing that the heart be established with grace; not with meats, which have not profited them that have been occupied therein.  We have an altar, whereof they have no right to eat which serve the tabernacle.  For the bodies of those beasts, whose blood is brought into the sanctuary by the high priest for sin, are burned without the camp.  Wherefore Jesus also, that he might sanctify the people with his own blood, suffered without the gate.  Let us go forth therefore unto him without the camp, bearing his reproach.  For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come." Hebrews 13:8-14
Music:The Ruins of Beverast 'Rain Upon The Unpure'