Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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a taste of wonderland

It is 11:35 AM Monday morning here in West Michigan. It is another very cold damp gray day. There is no clear evidence lately that we are in the Spring Season. Of course I know here in Michigan it does not get warm till late May. I am sure April 2020 will be here cold, rainy, and cloudy. We rarely experience warm bright sunny day in April here in West Michigan.

I got up this morning around 6:10 AM. I got up to find myself reading her Bible in the living room. She had gotten up around 4:45 AM this morning. She works tonight and then is off eight days. We stay home these days because of the COVID-19 Pandemic. To tell you the honest truth I am scared to leave the house because I am afraid I will be exposed to the deadly Coronavirus. This deadly virus could be lurking anywhere to get me. I am not ready to die. I do not want to see anyone get sick from this virus.

So I got up this morning and have had a normal morning. This morning I have written in my paper diary and read from a book titled, 'The Varieties of Psychedelic Experience: The First Comprehensive Guide To The Effects Of LSD ON Human Consciousness' by R.E.L. Masters and Jean Houston, Ph.D..

I have no solid plans till this Pandemic is gone forever. I am staying inside this house till this virus is ancient history.

Last night I wandered the house and read from a book titled, 'Divine Rascal: On the Trail of LSD's Cosmic Courier, Michael Hollingshead' by Andy Roberts. We went to bed around 10:30 PM last night. Now it is another day. We will soon be out of March 2020 into April 2020.

Well there is not much else to report so I will close to drift through existence.
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