glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have opium enough in my soul It is 2:05 PM Thursday afternoon here by Lake Michigan. It is another scorching hot day. We will soon be in a drought. The earth is becoming a desert. Soon there will be no clean water, but water filled with dying fish. I am sitting in my main studying typing on my lap top. Our son-in-law is working on our main computer. Even though Andy and Beth are on vacation Andy has to work. So I am writing on my lap top. I have a normal day of existence. I got up this morning around 7:25 AM. When I came up from the lower level I found people eating. I ate food and then messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I went to my study to have morning worship and write in my paper diary. I have spent most the day inside this room writing in my paper diary and looking at my books. The last book I attempted to read was, 'The Book of Disquiet' by Fernando Pessoa Edited and Translated by Richard Zenith. I also read today from a book titled, 'Saul Bellow There Is Simply Too Much To Think About: Collected Nonfiction' Edited By Benjamin Taylor. Last night right now is a blur in my memory. I went down into the lower level around 8 o'clock PM with Carol. Carol went to bed and I read late into the night from a book titled, 'The Club: Johnson, Boswell, and the Friends Who Shaped an Age' biography by Leo Damrosch. I also read last night some more of the book, 'Boswell's Presumptuous Task: The Making of the Life of Dr. Johnson' by Adam Sisman. I am falling asleep as I write so I will close for now, 7:19 p.m. - 2020-07-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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