glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the soul which is not divorced from the world cannot marry Christ It is 12:09 PM Wednesday afternoon here in Western Michigan. It is 76 degrees and extremely humid. We shut up the house and turned on the central air system late this morning. It has been predicted to get into the 90's this week. The earth is being cooked to death. Someday most of mankind will be fried meat. I got up this morning extremely early, because I wanted to get my blood drawn. I have my yearly physical next month and my doctor wanted blood work down on me before my appointment. So I had Carol drive me over to a Blood Lab to have them suck blood out of my right arm around 6 o'clock AM. I was in and out in fifteen minutes of the Blood Lab. Carol and I then went downtown to the Windmill for breakfast. We have been eating breakfast at the Windmill for over 33 years. The Windmill is an establishment here in Holland MI. Carol and I left the Windmill around 7:10 AM because Carol wanted to take pictures of Josie and Cora/their first day of school. I spent the morning mainly writing in my paper diary and reading from a book titled, 'The Happiness Of Enjoying And Making A True And Speedy Use Of Christ' by Alexander Grosse (a Puritan reprint). So has gone by the day thus far. Since I am extremely sleepy this afternoon I will sit and doze. I do not know if I can read anything in my present condition. I just remembered I also read this morning from a book titled, 'Christian Faith & The Theological Life' by Romanus Cessario, O.O.. I have found this theological book by this Roman Catholic theologian interesting, so I have been speeding right through it this week. Last night before going to bed I read from these two books, 'A Radical History Of The World' by Neil Faulkner and 'The World: A History Of Humanity' by Simon Sebag Montefiore. Not sure what I will read this afternoon since I feel like cow dung. I will close to feel wasted. Tomorrow is a Thursday. "[19] There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day: 12:45 p.m. - 2023-08-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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