It is in the flow of cosmic time 10:42 AM Sunday morning here in West Michigan. Existence keeps flowing by. It is a cold gray damp wet rainy day. This year we have had a very wet Spring. I am sure the corn fields are pure mud these days.
I got up this morning around 7:02 AM. I got up made a fresh pot of coffee and ate some watermelon for breakfast. I then messed with our main computer and then wrote in my paper diary. Carol left for church early because they were having a prayer meeting before the main worship service. It amazes me that my wife can pray with strangers. I have a difficult time praying for people who are strangers or who do not know I exist. I think my wife loves people.
I made a video after my wife left this morning. I have not gotten around to reading anything this morning. I am out of it. I did fed the birds this morning. I put out for the woodpeckers fresh suet.
Last night I watched television with my wife and read from a book titled, 'Generation of Swine: Gonzo Papers Vol. 2 Tales of Shame and Degradation in the 80's' by Hunter S. Thompson.
I have no plans for the day ahead of me. It is too wet to go anywhere. I suppose I will close to drift.