8.2.2014
Head like a brick, mind a complete blank. A consciousness of the currents state, not even an awareness. Not awake at all.
A cloudy wet day, dark and damp. There were people complaining of dryness on Monday being soaked on Wednesday. The cat is silent today, it has moved to summer quarters somewhere' in the house.
The small bathroom routines take place as they should do every day. Martins bells sound twice.,, the key is turned, the door opened. An illicitly parked car in front at the house has had its mirrors bent by someone, maybe in a fit of drunken exuberance last night. The street lights are off by the time the churches' entrance is visible..
The scene has lost its sparkle now, and is damp and depressing. An overturned outdoor beater belonging to one of the cafés looks like a crashed Sputnik.
Good Morning at the bus stop. Bus driver does not wait for an old woman hurrying across the square. She is late and he is in the right. He is mean and does not gain by it. Two stops later he waits ninety seconds to make up his timetable again. I think he likes being nasty.
The smokers stand before the station, grouped around that ashtray.'
The pert team leader nerves coffee again. The discount card is full.
Free coffee today!
With all of yesterdays rain, the countryside is lush and green, all the plants are thriving..
May, and that's spring, isn't it? That bleak winter is over.
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