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crookedfingers
Pink Mountaintops 
6th-Jun-2019 02:42 pm
It is 2:34 PM Thursday afternoon here where the wolves howl at the silvery moon. I am very sick, but not dead. Outside it is hazy and damp. It feels wet outside this afternoon. It is not predicted to rain anytime today.

Carol is in the kitchen making chicken soup. I decided to write something in my online diaries before I croak. I got to keep going.

I got up this morning around 3 o'clock AM. The cough medicine I took before going to bed last night wired me up. I could not sleep so I got up and ate waffles and put away books down in the lower level. I went back to bed around 5 o'clock AM and got up around 8 o'clock AM. When I got up made myself a cup of tea and wrote in my paper diary. I next just sat in the living room feeling absolutely horrible.

Carol got home from work and going to a local grocery store around 9 o'clock AM. She went to bed and woke up around 1:38 PM to face existence.

I have been mainly feeling sick as a dog and reading when somewhat alert a book I got in the mail yesterday titled, 'Publish This Book' A Premature Memoir' by Stephen Markley.

So this has been my day thus far.
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7th-Jun-2019 04:04 pm (UTC)
I hope you get well soon.
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