Twenty eight morning notes

31. tail 4

Morning daze; listen. Bathroom noises. Sounds of door soft  closing. The cat moans. Sound of hushing, feeding. Look at clock after depressing the switch thereon for illumination. The figures 3:59 glow in the dark

Sleep on.

The usual things follow later at five. Just dress. It is icy cold today, as if the heating were off. The heating is on, how ever.

forget to brush the hair.. Ok, the disgrace is to be survived.

In the street, a pristine bicycle on the pavement. standing there, waiting for its owner. Thoughts of bicycle restoration. The main street is full of the racing bakers and the food delivery trucks trying to get their deliveries dealt with before the crowds turn up, before the days traffic makes serious work impossible. The bus stop is bare and void. Step out and admire the street light's reflections in the river, all these sparkling white lights, the lit windows and the glistening water. The good morning Lady arrives and says good morning. The bus driver is female today, she seems a little nervous.

No bother.

There is a crowd gathered in the station square around the smokers yellow square, greetings to the man with the hair, up the stair, hold the glass door for the next person, and go into the cafe. 

No Anastasia today, but a fair smile and friendly service. Anastasia has mastered the art of making her guests feel that she is really pleased to see them.

Eat at the table. A loud inarticulate gutturally speaking non-German is complaining loudly of trains and times and things.

He goes. Lucky day today.

Blog, eat, and drink. A routine working early morning.

The train rolls in. Take a seat at a table app opposite a young red-head woman with enormous, ultra-black rimmed glasses. Heavy and cornered glasses.

At Moosburg, another gets onn. The train pulls out, and she falls all over this book. Profuse apologies. 

Not a problem

twenty eigh morning notes

30.1.2014

in the dead of the night the absence is known. The clock is gone. It is not at its usual place, on the dumb butler by the side of the bed. Bedside LED on to see. No clock. Up and search. It was used to set the now- functioning Brillie electromagnetic clock in the kitchen. Oh. Back to bed and sleep.

        All as usual, up at the normal time, brush teeth, Tooraloo, comb hair.

No cat.

Street is dry and cold. Sleepwalk as far as the theater's street. Smoking shop woman steams past, and the skip is gone..

        The man with the hair smokes outside the square. The dour German girl sees the crowd come in. She. shouts ''Anastasia'. That one turns up, all smiles and friendly. Nice to see her, a bit of friendliness goes a long way. That is a thing to think about.

        Black haired girl takes her stool, puts her bag on it.

        Platform, no train. Step forward as the train comes in, Turn the back on those idiots chasing it down the platform. Stop still. Muttered curses, jostling. Half step back and let the disembarking disembark. This is one of those trains with no tables, write an my knees. Takes time, we are in Moosburg. The young man opposite is reading his Bild. Looking at advertisements for televisions from Media Markt. Stupid headlines in enormous type. Black and red. 

twenty eig morning notes

fiveam beep beep,
car day for korg piano
carry on deep sleep.
alarm again, damm auto,
off off offf ..... cat noises,
purr snarl sharp sound,
new tin, pull ring, forkout pieces,
bowl deep small and round,
corners unreachable by cat snout,
scratch them out, mix with fresh fodder,
cat does not notice pushes bowl about,
Feeds, happy, Wildo goes to land of nod-AH!

Sons clock klaxon,sounds at half seven Germanic,
half six Irish, Teutonic punctuality,
Waken, Wife wakes, son pretends to be apathic.
fun and games, matinal inanity.


silly rhyming. Coffee. Bialetti. Dressi.
aussi abi nomal aussi hinteri eini.
I am sorry for my imperfect Bavarian.
Not sorry for imperfect Bavarians
collect the car from its parking spot
load Korg piano with wife,
day is different
Better

Twenty ei morning notes

28.1.2014

Dreams end at five. Futile subconscious attempts to describe the alarm. Equally futile attempt to attribute the sound to another cause. lights on, clock off, sleep on.

Wake at five thirty.

Panic.

socks and pants from ar wardrobe. bathroon, shave wash, hair reticent,uncontrollable. What the hell. Be a clown today. Dress up, downstairs, leave house,- down street. Awfi, Abbi, Aussi, Abbi. The main streets are full of people at this later time. The discount bakery has turned into an up-market cafe. The skip is still there, full of old light fittings. The bus will arrive at five fifty six, according to the message on the sign... On the automatic sign. Wait. There is so much more traffic than on usual days ten minutes earlier.

Bus punctual. At the hospital see an ambulance driver clean up his car.

Station, coffee shop and platform. Sit and blog. Tidy man with grey hair and a red pullover opposite., reads his book. The train reaches Moos Burg, dazed quiet passengers. There, a jocular crowd boards the train,and starts hunting for seats. The train is not full, nobody standing.

        The new passenger to the right complains over the luxury her husband lives in. She is talking to her  colleague, who grunts in lieu of a reply. 
Freising

twenty e morning notes

27.1.2014

a disturbed night, cat terminated it at four thirty. Cat exit to stairwell. Take the medicine, take some water, find clothing brush teeth. Early rising is a pain. It is not sunrise outside, but the light eflecting from a fresh layer of isnow Take it easy, gather the' items for the day and let the cat back in -poor animal-and leave.

Slushy soggy snow everywhere. Walk on the street, because the footpath has already been treated with salt, and is really wet.

The food delivey vans are everywhere, it is monday, everyone is armed with umbrellas, all of the three people on the street.

The good morning body at the bus stop, and the bus is late. A passing group of umbrella wielders raise their weapons as they pass to avoid injuring others. The snow is now pouring down in huge soggy flakes.Small vehicles with orange lights and snow shields arrive on scene and start pushing the slush about, salting.

 The bus arrives, ten minutes late. 

The smokers at the station doorm a new illuminated poster and a charming smile from yorma's girl So used to their coffee by now.

Go straight out to the platform, go to the wrong platform. Everything is different, trains going to places far away.  Should know by now! The train comes in , let the other onboard first. They are in such an awful hurry, so efficient, so dour, such powerful elbows

Find a seat opposite a man with a strang badge on his shoulder. Looks like a police badge but has "Ice Crew" written on it. A statement of fact probably.

Train full

Blog all the way to Freising

7, rest

early to bed and early to rise,
makes you healthy, wealthy and wise.....

Rubbish.

idem  zolp again. 
slept  dreamt  woke  early.
what of it?
not wiser.
no richer,
Health looks different.






up see clock five forty six.
tooraloo.
Voices?
Strangers in earnest conversation?
Down stairs.
cold .
Try door.
Front door unlocked.
Horror! Thieves! Murderers! Tramps and Tinkers!

None of the above.
Snow.
Late night homegoers took their  car.
Made noise, may have had drink taken.
See fitting snow free patch in front of house.
Relief.
Lock door.
Up stairs.
Look at street out of window.

Woman staggering home stiffleggedly through the snow,
Sadly lonely drunk as a lady.
go back to bed and dream of riches and wisdom.

January Saturday

the last saturday of  the first month
the cat! the cat awakens.
crying from the bunk bed
scared of the dark,will not jump.
no base jumping for cats.
help it down,
feed it, sleep some more.

son rose , at the blasted computer!
looking up blogs on dead dos.
Make coffee, the big dirty bialetti.
wife rises, at the sound of made coffee

Saturday.
son cuddles in bed, warms up.
sun rose invisible, Gaussian grey.
drink my coffee take my tablet

Son practices piano.

twenty seventh morning notes

fiat lux. woe. Bedside lamp on. four forty nine. the five am beep. off. Bathroom. Clothing. tablet and water. All too early today. Listen to the wife feeding the cat. Sit and wait, hear the Ursuline convent bell.

Streets are wet, cobbled, and the imitation gas lanterns are picturesquely reflected in them. So nice.

The girl with the hair in gold, one umbrella, and quiet boots today.

The smoking shopwoman, a red dot glowing under her rain proofed cape.

The good mooning lady, hurries on to the bus stop.

guten Morgen

ganging

guten Morgen bus driver.

The bus ride is an experience in unconsciousness.

Teeny and hairy in the smokers square..

But a brazen and coffee.

Forces of many habits.

The usual crowd, the building workers.. Manic, quiet. Drift on to the train, like flotsam pulled by a tide of people. No pushing, no hurrying, 'jutst a definite slow movement in the one direction. A shuffle.

The train, empty. Silent, few people. The ticket collector fast. Just glances at the monthly ticket. Does he take it in at all?

"The train is really empty today. Few people in Moosburg.

It is a depressing Friday, and. not many want to get to work.

Silence.-Tiredness. 

twenty seveth morning notes

look at the digital dock, four forty nine. Look again, it shows four fifty nine. Bedside swedish LED-light on, tablet in, drink of old Basinus to wash it down and off to the bathroom. Shower, and make sure that the floor is dry afterwards. Back to bedroom, it is five seventeen No cat today, maybe it slept deeply. Find the clothing, 'trouble with a sock: A fresh sock; just washed, just fell apart. Lights out, wait in the hall-No bells heard today • Down the stairs, check the keys, 'no 'down the street. Abig yellow skip rests in the road, KOSLOW in big black letters .

The leather goods store is brightly lit. The church is ignored today.

        all the bakers trucks in the main street are rolling into position to unload their frozen bread and rolls. Pass the skip in front of the empty discount taker. The wrapped-up smoking woman approaches, and passes. Not smoking today. Black runner runs into town in his disjointed, open-mouthed way.

        good morning to the bus stop good morning lady Bus in.

good morning driver.

At the station the oldie girly and the man with the hair are handing on the perimeter of their squad Momus is understaffed. And slow. But the people at the tables are all the same as yesterday. Maybe they will be the name tomorrow.

The train is full, full of older people travelling. Slow, immersed in and unused to the system, confused as to where to put their baggage. I sit down- opposite a man, who looks at me in hatred. He was hoping to keep those seats free for his fed friends that are about to board in Moosburg

His girlfriends arrive, elderly, sniggering samples at 'turns humanity who here been using these seats for years, and probably think that they have a special night to them..

Commutated.. Commuters.

twenty seveh morning notes

quiet cat polite meeow, yesterdays shock eviction not forgotten. Up at five go to wash and brush and all the rest. Feed the cat, good behavior shouldbe rewardeded.
The streets are empty, deep and dank......" and I have promises to keep......and miles to go before I sleep"
Sunrise will be in hours yet, Son rise in an hour.
Before the gates that smoking shopwoman sloppily steps along the street, wrapped up in coat and scarf and hat. As if it was really cold. It is not even freezing.


The bus stop. Guten Morgen.
The busses arrival.
Lady on first.
two fifties and a ten, Kurts Recke!

Bahnhof , old punk, yellow square, no man with hair.
Café friendly, pretty girl.
OK.

In the train, just before the arrival at Freising, two young women start to discuss there notes with great excitement and engagement. Leaning forward one to point to an annotation underlined in the others notes. Impatient brush of hair to one side out of eyes, glance up at other and makes eye contact. Explains, earnestly. The other makes a polite gesture with her right hand, leans back, explains gently. First leans back and puts head to side. Listens. Answers. Turns her notes around to show and explain.

It is beautiful to see their absorption in their matters. This writing cannot do the experience justice.

twenty sevh morning notes

The cat, croaking its morning greetings;no demands, for attention. It gets thrown out into the wintry hallway. Cat umbrage. Return for four minutes sleep, reach out, beep, alarm off. Teeth and clothing, gather the things needed, and let the cat in. Very angry cat. Humans should know by now! Open a fresh tin and give the animal its daily morning feed. Reset t&n clock, it has gone five minutes fast. Leave for the cold wet street, a blonde longhaired girl in winter coat and jack-boots approaches. Looks straight ahead slamming her hard heels into the pavement. Passing the now-gutted bakers store a jogger approaches, breathing hard. Cyclist passes in the other direction. All very lively. Good mourning at the bus stop. Another jogger in a black outfit, running with tiny steps and his hands by his side. Looks like sporty rag doll might look. And, smellable before visible, the short smoking shop woman passes.'

        The station, the yellow square on the pavement, the long haired smoker talking to the teenie of rather advanced years, both outside the square enjoying their cigarettes in the rain, looking for trouble. He has a white plaster on his forehead, she has orange hair.

        The coffee bar with your man with the skull tap, talking to the woman with the brown hand bag. Both at a small round table under a silent television showing black and white videos of a folk concert. Two guitars and a zither. Strange. 

The building worker is there, at the counter, she not getting served.

It's time.

leave for the train.

Take the winter jacket off before boarding.

Find seat with table.

Blog all the way to Moos Burg. 

twenty seh morning notes

20.1.2014

OligoNyx-antimorphotix does that exist? Probably not. No sleep in the night worth speaking of,. Falling asleep after the alarm clock, disastrous, up at five thirty, find glasses,take the doctors orders. leave house • girl with a tuft of fur on the top of her woollen hat leaves the opposite house and hurries to her bicycle, at Martin's church. Overtaken by her at the city gates, or town gates, or whatever they are. The bus number two arrives, all just in time. Pay the driver, and the bus takes the trip via the hospital. Arrive at the station point six am. One coffee and hurry to the train. The girl with the furry tassel on her hat is an the train too, complete with rucksack and bag. small world..

Small town.

The train runs better than clockwork, it just works.

Unusual.

People talking all around. Maybe they all really want to sleep. 

grey weather grey skies grey sunday grey

irate mi ow, fix Nyx,
Hypnos down the Styx.
trite rhymes, cat starvation.
can't be, son is up, sound of coffee preparation.
Bed is warm, trite rhymes, mind sore,
whistle in the head, Tinnitus, the persistent whore.

Go drink the coffee, blue china day

coffee and cold green bananas

sleep destroyed at six.
what a shame.
mi mau silly cow.
cat. mee ow.
panic. no cat exit door.
search and find.in kitchen.

wants food.
food there .
won't eat.

back to bed.

later son brings coffee.
nice.
wait.
into sitting room
blue apilco coffee cups.
green bananas.
breakfast?

twentysixth morning notes

sleep undone by son at three, ponder, wonder, chamber pots no more!
cleaner, but noisier doors; lights on, go, and flush, lights out.
the radio at five, turn it off, the stupid article, Friday, day for xray doctor.
Sleep on and listen to son prepare for school, fooling about.
at 7:45, get up, get clothes find no trousers, use the old ones.
do de Bialetti, pour the old brew down the plughole, waste!
drink a cup, leave the house, through the wakening towns lanes,
Arrive at practice at eight twenty, card and letter, five minutes late.

twentsixth morning notes

awake by the sound of the sons alarm.
overslept
alarm did not work
so much for the day.
Decision to take the car.
cat irate.
this day is shitty,
what a pity,

twensixth morning notes

wednesday 15 Jan 2014.

Bad taste in the mouth, perhaps the toothpaste, no knowing at four, freezing without the bedcover, cover up. Warming.

five, sounds, beeps, light on. Happy dose and water. Bathroom and shower. Dry floor and comb hair, brush teeth and shave.

Awake..

Old trousers, new shirt, rocks, and so forth. Zelda, stroke the cat called Zelda. Feed her, A search for an item for work. Find it in the sons room. Should not be there, but there it is. Wife awoke.

Down stairs, wet street, bus stop, good morning. Count money, get on the bus and pay.

Pay as every day Count out the fare.

        The man with the short sleeves and the hair stands outside the squire with an umbrella. Smoking in his short shirtsleeves.

good morning.

give the girl a lot of change today, and she makes a mistake counting it into her till. But that's alright. The coffee, the brezn, the lady with the flat face, the

thu worker with the black skullcap, the pretty buiilding worker. They are all there. The blackhaired one comes in and takes a stool for her handbag.

all leave for the train - the train is in.

Seat found, Train leaves a few minutes late

Listen to the electro motor's sound rise in pitch as the train gathers speed. Then the daily announcement. The male voice sounds as if its owner has a cold.

An introspective type of bavarian cold.

twensxth morning notes

14.1.2014

Wake- up. Happy pill. It was the cat making noise Bathroom. Brush teeth.

Electric toothbrush confusion Return to turn off the alarm. Feed Feline..

clothes.

No bag. Bag gone?

Maybe in the car? Leave house, go to car, opposite the police station. No bag. go to bus stop through Martins graveyard. Eerie place, fog trees and cobbles. Two cyclists in the main trot.

one with all the gear

and a safety jacket. At five thirty in the morning.

Bus stop and the good morning lady. give the bus driver change, get a ticket. Station. The longhaired man smoking defiantly outside the smokers square, That elderly teenager smoking inside it.

Both smoking away, standing in the rain. The yormagirl has such a lovely smile today, it is a joy to see her. Hopefully she really is happy.

The other girl kneels before one of the cupboards, stocking it. She iswearing bright orange sneakers. A glaring contrast to her blue uniform.
The building worker arrives.

Sixam. Trainin.

twesxth morning notes

Silence in the night awaiting noises,
silence in the dark, remembering urges,


look at the alarm
half hour to go
go to the loo.
do.

two minutes
alarm off
happy pill
doctor today
back to sleep

idiot.

grey fog sky,
son up
son school
wife shout

coffee made

service
ten to eight

ring doc

the year's first sunny sunday

crawl and howl,
you know by now,
bedroom beprowl.
the usual daily row.

sunny day at nine
now get up, get out, stop rhyme.

siksatmorn with cat

black cat, dark morn;
complains of hunger, wants;
beside bed, moans, howls, forlorn;
sounds of desolation, sorrow's depths;
pat its head, stroke its back, purrcat torn:
between the joys of this moment,
and the purr pose of its original intent.



feedit, fedit.
seven.
bed, cat silent.
heaven..

twentyfifth morning notes

at one thirty ante meridian,
the clock in the kitchen stops ticking.
wakening for any good reason,
leave bed, go to do bathroom hissing.

return to morpheus attentions,
no sleep untill one forty three this morning,
silence is felt as disturbance,
leave bed, go to see what is not ticking

the pendulum dead still,
touch it it starts again, and stops.

wife gets up and goes back to bed,
son gets up and goes to da loo,
cat gets up howling for food,
Go to bed, back to sleep, am ill.

the alarm at five puts an end to all that.
go out, walk down the street and back.

Head spins, brain not ok.
Stay at home.

twentyfith morning notes

9.01.2014

Early wakening, before the alarm dock. Son decided to dispel his nightmares by staying in parents bed. The cat arrives, complains. So feed de cat,tooraloo, turn off the alarm and find clothing. Turn the beeping clock off, take what the doctor ordered, and search for jacket. Find it, and the cat wants more. greedy little animal. 'Down the stairs, switch the keys again. Down the streets,  it is very quite indeed. Martins bells ring at the leather shop. It is a bit early.

The goodmoming lady and the bus. The bus driver is happy to receive change for once. The station is quite deserted. That red haired woman of advanced age is smoking her cigarette in the yellow square. On the border to the square. She does not look as if she is enjoying her smoke. The Yomagirls are friendly. They give change, stamp, and a coffee. Not to forget the "Buttered pretzel. So the lid goes onto the coffee, go tho the bistro tisch and blog.

        The building worker comes in and goes to her  friends.

It is six.

Train Time.

The train is already in the station.

Board.

Three girls from czechoslovakia on the seats opposite. Train is now in Moos bay. 

twentyfih morning notes

8.01.2014

Morpheus joined forces with Bacchus, and the two old Greeks made sure that sleep was round. The shrill clock with the worn-out button put an end to all of that. The daily water chases the daily tablet, wait till the bathroom is free and move on. Take new sox out of their packaging. The luxury of it! Cat comes in, noisy. It settles for petting, but wants food. Feed. Silence. go to hall. gather bag and pen and C l-module for work. Dawn stairs, nearly take the wrong key. The streets are wet, Martins bell tolls..Twice. Half hour-The bakers shop been completely gutted in the course of renovation. All the interior fittings land in a container. At the busse's stop the guten morgen lady turns up. Wish her happy new year for a charge. She gets to board the bus first, as usual. The driver gets has charge, gives his ticket. Broadly speaking, the name procedures as last year. The thought of this taking place every year is depressing. Like-Mechanical. The station absorbs its guests, the daily food, breakfasts

and coffee mugs at Yormas. The girls are friendly, despite their tiredness. An engineering student is there. She usually, is on the train, she explains that she needs to be an hour early because of some evening meeting.-It is hard to follow the logic. She resorts to her telephone and proceeds to wipe the web.

        The train is on time. To the second. 

twentyfh morning notes

 07.01. 2014

        4:30 Wakening, check the time. Rest. Work today, no hurry.

    5:00 Alarm, switch it off, sit, turn on the bedside tight, take the daily tablet and some water. Put on the clothing prepared last night. Get up. Wife why? Wish happy birthday and close the door to the sons room. Go upstairs, clean shoes. Polish. 

Downstairs. 

Blog. Listen to the ticking of the präzisionspendeluhr. The sharp metallic sound of its winding mechanism. Like a ratchet.

It is warm this year, to warm for this time of year. Gather the papers and go down the stairs. The lock clicks and grumbles, but it does not squeak anymore. The door is locked again. Past the brightly lit leather goods store. By Martins church the distant bell tinkles twice. Then the big  bells of saint Martins. Man in a red jacket unloading goods for a restaurant. The Christmas tree with the golden balls is still standing around the corner at Grimms kitchen suppliers. And a security mans small van races down the pedestrian zone, him doing his rounds. Pass through the town gates, cold dark and sombre.
Bus will be leaving in nine minutes. According to the electronic notice.
Indignant horn hooting at the traffic lights. Somebody snoozing.
Bus N° four comes in, really late. Stops to look, and speeds on. A man with a white cloth bag passes.
The smoking shopwoman with her grey hat and matching scarf steams by, heading into town. The traffic is noisy.
The automatic sign announces that the bus is there as it comes around the corner. The driver gets his exact change. On board of the bus. Tired people. Bus goes through all the stops, Christuskirche; no, stops at StadtBark, and waits till the timetable lets him go.. Hofangerweg. Silent people in the bus. Maybe ten. Silent but for coughs. Bus waits again. So dead an time. Cough. At the station, a crowd of five smoking. They are ignoring the smokers square entirely now. Pass that elderly teenager , red hair smoking to herself. Into yomas past the when door to the railway station. Get my buttubreze and coffee, and wee that my discount card is full. Free coffee today. So great. The black-haired girl has a stool for her handbag, talking to the newly-arrived building worker. Acting the clown again. Cheerful girl...

The btterbreze was soggy and, well unpleasant today. leave for the train. Through the underpass with all these anti cancer advertisements. I suppose that what they are saying is that if you are going to die of it you might as well learn to live with it. Up the stairs, into the waiting carriage and find a seat. Today there is a deep silence in the train. It must be the first day at work for many.'

Train leaves, Muttered announcement, some as last year. There is a lady knitting. That is unusual. Another consults her telephone. That is more usual. The train is not full. 

epiphamy morning notes

Daze of dreams and wakening,
face feline contumely and insistence,
wife gets up and throws cat out,
Blue sky, cool light through window.
Martins bells pounding. Epiphamy.
Do the bells have names?

rise and loo, no shining.
Last day off work.
cold coffee and let cat in
feedit..............

Sun Jan 5 9:27:41

let no stalking flower out .
Sunday
Cat sick in the night
terrible noises, like a baby crying.
Natural for cats
clean up
two am.
The animal is old
still.

up at nine
cold coffee
sitting room
le chat noir
desolated.
hungry
feed
make coffee
catcall
wife wakes
feedcat
makec coffee
check the news
coffee to wife
the day is running like the effluent  of a draining pond

first Saturday 2014

At eight

up at eight

grey

wintergrey.

Grey on a winters day.

take my tablet 

for my health

waterless

drink water from tap.

sitting room

cat complains

feedcat

cat eats.

At eight thirty,

wipe floor,

cat 

catsick

lousy start to the day

twentyfourth morning notes

cat: let out at eight.
barely conscious.
return to bed, warm
unconscious.
Dream of painter.
Painting rooms with molten aluminium, specially delivered the night before.
up at ten
coffee made

Work free daze.

twentyfurth morning notes

grey light
soft dim light
soft dim grey light
spreading from the window
January's light from a damp grey sky.
Damp sky spreading cold light from the window.

Sleep no more
take the wake up drug.
Why is my son in bed with me?
was it some midnight loneliness?
He looks well.
leave him sleeping.

The cat bursts in
makes noises wants feeding.
petting makes her purr.
Fussy animal will not eat old food.
feline bovinity.
Give it fressh - eatsch like a sow.

take cold coffee.

no bus train or public transport today.
Ponder on the dream where a fast boat ,
and a slow bus took wildo to work.

Makes no sense at all.

twentyurth morning notes

still up and the year only one hour old. War zone like scenes at midnight, with all the bangs and whistles rockets and smoke, bengali flames men in suits young girls in short skirts and police posing for the camera. Police cars aflame with blue lights flashing on their way through the clouds of firework smoke. 

Sylvester.

After Wagners pilgrims song from Tannhaeuser organ played by Volker Gloßner in the version for organ by Franz Liszt. In the protestant church. End of last year.

Up at eight, feedcat, see son watching tv on a computer.

Lousy start to the year.

One flu oxy the unwholesome rest.

Sleep awhile and it will all go away.

Up again at nine, son sleep soundly.