glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the book of the Dark It is 2:17 PM Sunday afternoon here in the wilds of Michigan. I am sure I spotted a bear this morning in our backyard attacking our bird feeder. It has been a cold wet gray rainy day. A day to cash in our chips and hope for a world wide revival. I got up this morning around 7:30 AM. I got up feeling once again sick and depressed. This cold is a bummer. Having a cold and feeling depressed makes life difficult and not one to hope for anyone but the living dead. I got up ate a bowl of cereal and messed with our main computer. Carol got home late from work because she went downtown and got a Sunday newspaper. She went to bed around 10:10 AM, she is now off for almost two weeks. This week she leaves for Wisconsin and will be back some next week, if the Lord spares her. This morning I mainly wandered the house, dozed, and wrote in my paper diary. Caleb called around 11:15 AM asking if I could pick him at the Enterprise rental place. I said sure so I pick up Caleb dropped him off at his place. When I got home it was 1:45 PM and I have been watching professional football. Not much else to report on this cold rainy Sunday. I have been reading today a novel titled, 'The Silent Angel' by Heinrich Boll Translated By Breon Mitchell. Last night I read mainly 'Finnegans Wake' by James Joyce. I went to bed around 11:15 PM and now it is another week drifting in a Dead Zone. 2:29 p.m. - 2019-09-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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