I am still screaming into a black hole today. I am barely holding on to my sanity.
I remember getting out of bed this morning but do not remember exactly when. I think I got up around 6:34 AM. Carol was already up sitting in the living room reading her Bible. I sat in the dining room seeking to wake up to another day. I had a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Carol left the house around 8 o'clock AM to bring the kids back here for the day. While Carol was gone I dozed in the living room. Carol got back with the girls around 10 o'clock AM.
I left the house around 11 o'clock AM to pick up a prescription, visit local thrift stores and to get some cash. I found these used books this morning at local thrift stores to add to our library-
'La Salle and the Discovery of the Great West' American history by Francis Parkman
'The Siege of Detroit in 1763' The Journal of Pontiac's Conspiracy and John Rutherfurd's Narrative Edited By Milo Milton Quaife
'The Sport of Kings' a novel by C.E. Morgan
'Distrust That Particular Flavor' essays by William Gibson
Last night I already wrote about so why be a broken record.
I have only read today some of the novel 'Havoc' by Tom Kristensen Translated from the Danish by Carl Malmberg.
I suppose I will close to feel wasted. There is no way of escape.
It is Now 4:21 PM late afternoon-I now remembered I read this morning from these two books before leaving my cell-
'The Life Of Saint Teresa Of Avila' By Herself Translated With An Introduction By J.M. Cohen
'Teresa of Avila: The Progress of a Soul' biography by Cathleen Medwick