crookedfingers 😦tired

he adores and prostrates himself at the ripped sneakers of the Beatniks

It is 1:07 PM Thursday afternoon here in Western Michigan. It is 77 degrees and sunny this afternoon. Hopefully it will stay this way till the twelfth of never.

I left for my physical around 10:35 AM and was home by 12:30 PM. When I got home Carol's car was not in the garage. Carol went to a funeral this morning and then to do errands afterwards.

When I got home I changed clothes and ate a peanut butter sandwich for lunch. I wrote in my paper diary and now I am writing in my blogs.

This morning I was up by 7:10 AM and when I came upstairs I found Carol in her usual place in existence. Nothing happened this morning that has not been written about before. My life is on constant repeat. I did read for devotions this morning my Reformation Commentary on Second Corinthians. Carol read to me Tripp and the Bible before we closed in prayer.

Today I have been reading, 'Mulligan Stew' A Novel by Gilbert Sorrentino when not reading something else.

Last night once again I read late into the night, 'Pessoa: A Biography' by Richard Zenith.

I will close before there is nothing else to do. Time flow circle.

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