Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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there are no hermits in Heaven

It is in the death flow 1:08 PM Sunday afternoon here in West Michigan. I am feeling sick but I suppose I should write something in case I drop down dead. I have this feeling my days are numbered.

I got up this morning around 6:35 AM. I did not want to get up but my brain would not let me go back to sleep. So I got up to face the first day of April 2018 Resurrection Sunday. I have been raised from the dead. "even when we were dead in trespasses, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved)" Ephesians 2:5.

When I got up this morning I found my wife sitting in our living room reading a Bible. I made a pot of oatmeal for breakfast for my wife and I. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After breakfast and messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary. Carol went downtown to a local bookstore called Reader's World. She came home with a New York Times newspaper and children's books.

Carol left around 10 o'clock AM for Covenant PCA and then after that she was going to visit her elderly friend Pam who lives in a Nursing Home.

I went for a walk around our neighborhood and when I got home I felt sick inside. All I have attempted to read today is some Gore Vidal and the Sunday National Edition of the New York Times newspaper.

Last night I read and made a very short video before going to bed around 11:30 PM. My existence keeps disappearing.

Do not know when Carol will be home. Life is a dark mystery.
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