Thursday, second week of the third year

16.July 20/5

Sound deep sleep, sound of the alarm clock, one beep,... And another, and another untill the clock is found. Get up now, and go to the bathroom after removing that mask. The shower was done last night, so just wash the face a bit, and comb the hair. Shave. There is a new lesion on the left hand side of the nose. The sun is probably the cause of that. Shave... The clock sounds again, in the confusion of the first time it had obviously not been turned off properly.. and take fresh clothing out of the wardrobe. It is the students day today, a stupid party. But, what of it, it is not stupid for them, it is the symbolic end of some years study.

The wife gets up, all that noise, noise of alarms. The cat is excited, there is a chance of entertainment.

Two bells outside, down the stairs. Check the new lock again, and let the door snap to on its own after passing through.

In the square by the church there is a mobile toilet,. newly set up. Probably in preparation for sme festivity over the weekend. It is in front of the showcase window of Grimm's store, the one selling all of that hitchen ware. At the town gate a pigeon flies in low, at eye level, swerving to avoid impact, and then spreading its wings out wide to brake its speedy flight for landing.

It is a day with a completely clear sky, no visible clouds at all. The wheels on the river, those ones made of styrofoam, the artist’s creation,  rotate slowly in the current, as they may well have been designed to do. Altogether a very alert morning. A Thursday stuck between wednesday and Friday. Like all Thursdays that ever  were.

The bus driver is morose. He charges the proffered note, the daily journey begins with those ten minutes on the bus.

Pigtailed smoker is at his usual place in front of the railway station, chatting to his friends. He has a straw hat today, to protect him from the sun

good morning, good morning. Polite greetings all among strangers. Anastasia, the wordless today, takes the money, stamps the card and serves the next customer. Hedgehog is there, at first alone, and then joined by a young man who talks about himself and the firm that he works for. The principal words in his conversation, at least at the beginning-of his sentence are "l" and „we“. Self-centred little asshole full of his own negligible importance.

Oh well, off to the train, on the next leg of the journey to work,