I got out of bed this morning around 6:05 AM. I was not sure if I wanted to get up this morning. It is depressing waking up to an empty house. What would life be if Carol was to die? I often wonder what my life would be if Carol was to die. Would I keep the house like it presently is. Would I change the inside of our home. Everything in this house reminds me of my wife. Her memory is everywhere I look when I get up to face another day in the American Empire. We can not escape memories.
I got up warmed up a cup of coffee and messed with our main computer. After messing with our computer I wrote in my paper diary. These days it all seems pointless to read my Christian books. The planet earth has been destroyed and we will soon be extinct.
Last night I mainly read, 'Ducks, Newburyport' a novel by Lucy Ellmann. I went to bed last night around 11 o'clock PM. Now it is another day to wait for salvation. My only hope is that God will save me.
This morning I am suppose to pick up Tim and go someplace for coffee. Do not know what I will do the rest of the day. Time will go by so why freak out. I need to hide in the cellar. I will close to face the passage of my solitary existence.