my days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle

It is 8:25 AM Wednesday morning in the flow of existence. I am down in the basement writing in my blogs and listening to the music of Ed Harcourt. I have been up since 6 o’clock AM. I do not know when my wife got up this morning. I have had a typical morning.

I plan to do nothing today. The idea of doing something scares me. I feel better inside not  feeling the pressure to do something. I feel better inside knowing there is no pressure on me to go into the world. The very thought that I might have to go into the world makes me feel sick inside. I pray every day to the Lord to have mercy on me. O Lord please spare me the pain of being in the dead american world 40 hours a week.

Carol is leaving right now to do errands.

Yesterday Carol slept all day and I read my books. I read yesterday the Book of Job, “Look Homeward, Angel” a novel by Thomas Wolfe, and “Look Homeward: A Life of Thomas Wolfe” by David Herbert Donald.

Carol and I watched television and went to bed. I read till late and Carol worked on a cross word puzzle.

music Kruder Dormeister “The K & D Sessions”

When Carol went to the bathroom it was 12:22 AM. I slept poorly last night. It is 62 degrees this morning. It feels like autumn this week here by Lake Michigan.

It is the First Day of July 2009. Existence keeps speeding by. Existence keeps screaming by.

What I should do next is pray and read the New International Version of the Word of God/holy Scriptures.

Well since there is nothing else to weep about I will close to face it.

music: Ed Harcourt “Strangers”

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