glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- hell is empty of all blessedness and packed full of all misery It is 12:44 PM Saturday afternoon here in Western Michigan. It is 69 degrees and sunny presently. I got up this morning around 7:45 AM. When I got up I front Carol outside watering the front lawn. I got myself a cup of coffee and sat in our dining room seeking to wake up to another day. I spent the morning doing the usual. Caleb dropped off Cora this morning while he went grocery shopping. Emily left this morning to go pick Josie at Camp. This evening Carol and I will go down the street to have a meal with Caleb, Emily, the girl's and Emily's parents Mitch and Vickie. Emily's parents are visiting because it is Father's Day tomorrow. This morning I did write in my paper diary and read from a volume titled, 'Theoretical-Practical Theology-The Works of God and the Fall of Man' Volume 3 by Petrus Van Mastricht. At Noon I put away what I had been writing and ate lunch. Now I am writing in my online diaries before I crash for the day. These days I always feel tired. I think I am sick of living in this fallen depraved world. The world makes me sick. Last night I sat around most of the evening staring off in space and then I decided to read for awhile from a book titled, 'Republic of Dreams Greenwich Village: The American Bohemia 1910-1960' by Ross Wetzsteon. Well I will close to wait. 12:57 p.m. - 2022-06-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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