flat nothing going. Five am awakening, pottering about and bathroom, head spinning, sleep took place without the mask in place.
No choking nightmares. Is that machine curative, not just a symptomatic mollifier?
Potter around reading. All are sleeping.
The living room is in a mess again and the small french clock has become really loud ticking away with it’s quarter second magnetic pendulum.
The piano has a copy of sheet music on it.
The Minecraft score. The piano teacher is flexible, and the score is complex enough to make sense in a learning and practice environment. At least that.
Rinse out the coffee maker and make coffee, one for the wife with milk and saccharin and one with nothing but coffee. The son is researching on the computer again. This is an obsession.
A pain in the neck. A pale waif with long red hair attached to a keyboard.
Fifty years ago there was a compulsive reader and builder of tree houses. There was no such thing as personal computers then, only room-filling monstrosities running banks of tape machines. Times change for the better and for the worse.
prepare for the flea market today. Flea market, look at the junk that others do not want any more in the hope that they have overlooked something useful.
And then to the tidying of the house, the cleaning and the preparing
No choking nightmares. Is that machine curative, not just a symptomatic mollifier?
Potter around reading. All are sleeping.
The living room is in a mess again and the small french clock has become really loud ticking away with it’s quarter second magnetic pendulum.
The piano has a copy of sheet music on it.
The Minecraft score. The piano teacher is flexible, and the score is complex enough to make sense in a learning and practice environment. At least that.
Rinse out the coffee maker and make coffee, one for the wife with milk and saccharin and one with nothing but coffee. The son is researching on the computer again. This is an obsession.
A pain in the neck. A pale waif with long red hair attached to a keyboard.
Fifty years ago there was a compulsive reader and builder of tree houses. There was no such thing as personal computers then, only room-filling monstrosities running banks of tape machines. Times change for the better and for the worse.
prepare for the flea market today. Flea market, look at the junk that others do not want any more in the hope that they have overlooked something useful.
And then to the tidying of the house, the cleaning and the preparing
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