day two week forty-six

A technical failure at the days commencement allows the alarm clock to fail miserably. It says eight thirty eight and this is not possible. The town is silent outside the open window, the sound of shouts and engines police cars ambulances and machines has not yet begun. The small swiss watch tells a more credible story, it is five thirty. That alarm clock has had a battery failure.

So much for that.
The shower works, warm and comfortable today, is that not nice. Dry and think. It is now quarter to six, it would be necessary to use the blue car to get to work. Fifty kilometers driving instead of fifty kilometers sitting in a train.
No time for blogging at Yorma’s café, no seeing the usual people.
Wander through the rooms, meet the kitten, now named MIRIAM. The kitten gives a morning greeting, scratch its tiny head.
All the stuff assembled, ready for work.
Scratching sound from the cat tray, that is good. Open the door to the balcony. A small cat can create a big smell.

Leave the house, collect the car from it’s space in front of the police station. See all the policepeople changing shift, still wearing parts of their uniform going home, all spruce and fresh in their uniforms starting their shift.

It is tuesday, the day technology will fail.

„I can feel it“.