It is 12:09 PM Thursday afternoon here in West Michigan. It is a cold cloudy sunny day. When we got up this morning there was a layer of frost on the ground. I hope the cold days have to kill all the fruit trees in Michigan.
Carol and I both got up this morning around 6:15 AM. Carol left this morning to have a meal with a group of her cousins in Hudsonville. I spent the morning messing with my books. I am going through my book collection and seeking to decide what to keep and what to give away.
Now I am in the afternoon hours. I plan to sit and doze this afternoon. Wait to see what comes in the mail this afternoon. All I have attempted to read these days is a book titled, ‘The Accidental Life: An Editor’s Notes on Writing and Writers’ Memoir by Terry McDonell.
I will close to feel wasted. Tomorrow is a Friday. This evening Caleb, Emily, Josie, Cora and their little dog Ollie are coming over for dinner.
If I find the presence of mind this afternoon I might read something deep and profound.
The Cloud of Unknowing 