glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- all of reality is becoming phantasmagorical It is in the flow of the ongoing death struggle 4:54 PM Friday evening here by Lake Michigan. I am falling asleep as I type these words. I feel drugged for some unknown reason. I got up this morning around 7:30 AM. Carol got up soon after I did. I made for us a pot of coffee and then a pot of oatmeal for breakfast. Our lives never change much as we approach old age. After breakfast I wrote in my paper diary and messed with our main computer. This morning I once again started again volunteering at the local library used books store The Book Nook. I left for the Book Nook around 9:40 AM and was home around 1:10 PM. Carol and I went grocery shopping after I got home from the Book Nook. So has gone existence this day. I am extremely tired this evening. Do not know why? All I have attempted to read today is a book titled, 'The World Broke In Two: Virginia Woolf, T. S. Eliot, D. H. Lawrence, E. M. Forster, and the Year That Changed Literature' by Bill Goldstein. I brought home from the Book Nook these used books to ADD to our library- 'Crossers' a novel by Philip Caputo 'Lillian Boxfish Takes A Walk' a novel by Kathleen Rooney 'The Underground Railroad' a novel by Colson Whitehead 'Plain, Honest Men: The Making of The American Constitution' by Richard Beeman I have no plans for the evening hours. Carol is still off from work. Existence keeps decaying full speed. 5:12 p.m. - 2017-09-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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