29 Sept 2014
Worry about a machine forgotten in the yard last night. At four forty 'in the morning, go down, tidy it away. It might rain. Return to bed, and turn the alarm clock off. Shower,dry and find clothing. Shoe lacing takes time, these are boots with long laces, and are hard to lace neatly.
go and check the laptop, it gave up last night. it has still given up. Ring the repair company later. Return 'and brush the teeth. To late, but had forgotten to do it earlier.
The street is empty and foggy, the street lamps with halation and their own little rainbows according to their individual spectra.
The philatelists, Grimms and the wood art shop are all unlit in the fog. Two cars.
good morning to the old woman, the cleaner in the hoodie. Bus driver gets two fiftes and a tenner he has lots of cents now.
at the cafe service is done by a grim, serious, Anastasia. Tiny smiled tight lipped service, coffee only. The mornings struggle with the tattered buttered pretzel they has been given up, greasy fingers are no more.
The hedgehog, moustachio and a stranger are all on bar stools at a bistro-type table, chatting, with the brown haired woman with the bluejacket.
The dark haired girl arrives, in very tight black trousers and a greenish jacket. Her shoes are black high-heeled boots today, and her hair is lighter and has gone wavy. Hairdresser, slight input, hairtrim.
The train notice on the platform shows that the train will be late. It is not, but that does not matter. It is empty, comparitively speaking.
Fluoxetin is taking effect, that and hot morning drink. Elation, just enough to ignore the hiss on the tight hemisphere of the brain. A tiny headache, this keeps the balance left., 'no joy without pain.
The train is filled with more commuters at M oosbarg. It is the same story, day by day. At Freising the white lady will disembark from the first class carriage, and will board the local train, where she will travel to Neufahm.
It is Monday, and the working week is five days tong.
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