glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- our Lord promises men the glory of the angels It is 11:48 AM late Thursday morning in the ongoing flow of death across created Time NOW. This morning the sun is shining but icy cold. I noticed a layer of ice on water in the bird bath. Carol just went to bed, she had breakfast with old nursing girlfriends this morning. She is off the next four nights from work. I got up this morning around 5:55 AM. I woke up and decided to just get up and face existence. So I got up made a pot of coffee and messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer, I read my books, made a video and wandered my cell. I mainly read this morning what I read all day yesterday, 'The Almost-Christian Discovered' a treatise by the 17th century Puritan Ezekiel Hopkins. Now I am looking at 'The Basic Writings Of St. Thomas Aquinas' Volume Two. Last night I mainly listened to music and messed with our main computer. Now it is another day. The thought of leaving the house today gives me the creeps. Well I suppose I will close to drift into the afternoon hours. Existence keeps decaying faster and faster. There is no way of escape. 11:59 a.m. - 2018-10-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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