glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sinking in elephant dung It is 10:20 AM Sunday morning in the flow of Time. Outside this morning it is hazy and warm. We are suppose to get rain later on today here in West Michigan. Lately it has felt like early Autumn instead of late Summer here in West Michigan. I hope we do not have an early Winter this year. We had a bad winter last year. I have had a normal day thus far. Carol left for church early this morning because she wanted to stop and get a Sunday Detroit Free Press. My wife likes to read newspapers. I got up around 6:40 AM this morning. I made a pot of coffee and messed with our main computer (our main computer is still messed up). After messing with our main computer I cooked myself breakfast and after eating I wrote in my paper diary. Carol got up to face existence while I was wandering the house looking for a place to lay down. Last night I read "John 1-12" Reformation Commentary On Scripture and watched television. I went to bed around 10:30 PM. Carol came to bed later. music After Carol left this morning I cleaned the kitchen and laid down in the lower level. I could not fall asleep so I did a load of wash and took a hot shower. Now I am sitting in our dining room typing on my new lap top (which I bought May 2013). Existence slowly decays. The new week ahead looks normal. I do not have anything going on this week. I cover for someone at the library book nook from 11 AM till 2 PM this coming Tuesday. This week we enter the month of August 2014. There is no way of escape. Carol goes back to work tonight. I should read something this morning since it is the Christian Sabbath. The problem is that right now I feel like a ton of elephant dung. When I wrote the word DUNG down these verses came to my mind written by the apostle Paul, "Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ" Phil. 3:8. Well I feel myself sinking into a pile of dung so I will close to feel wasted. "[1] Finally, my brethren, rejoice in the Lord. To write the same things to you, to me indeed is not grievous, but for you it is safe. music: Son Volt "Honky Tonk" 10:50 a.m. - 2014-07-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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