Tuesday like a noisy Sunday Morning

clocks noise silenced, too early, leave off work today, today and four weeks more.

Time to get involved in home improvements, trying to produce a system. Every person needs a system, some try to develop it themselves, make a theme for themselves, others want it ready made. Home improvements, how to live.

Stay in bed, until the backaches go, the shoulder aches, the tension of waiting for the chopper to fall, to seperate the head from the heart. That was the situation at work, four weeks to recover, and then to put the neck on the block again

Get up, finally the call of nature prevails. On the way to answer such calls see the little cat on the window sill. Pet it and it purrs. A very pretty cat, worth a picture. A three-coloured cat.

So put on a shirt and go into the kitchen. Make coffee, lost in the hopelessness oful it all, try to keep the grinder silent so that the rest of the family can sleep on. Hopeless, grinders are always noisy. They make a grinding noise.

Meanwhile the son has put his laptop on the table, an ancient laptop ten years old, still working. It can add subtract multiply and memorise its behaviour better than any human, has no knowledge of what it is doing, and never questions why. It is mindless, and yet it will fulfill functions for which humans recieve praise from humans: example "WoW you really have a way with numbers" OMG your memory is good" and yet it is no more than a tool, a notebook, an abacus, a transmitter, an automatic machine. A crutch, a prosthetic item. Like a weapon, which does not make anyone stronger, just more dangerous.

Thus the mind starts to wander, and it is worthwhile to start doing the things on hand rather than to to spend more time writing for people who will not put their name , or even their pseudo-name to their opinion. 

Hecklers shooting their comments out of the darkness of their being anonymous.

It is going to be a hot day, the municipal workers outside have emptied the rubbish containers and the building workers are tearing up the roads to put down new pipes, for a municipal heating system.

And the son comes in to play the theme from Mindcraft.

On the piano, from the score bought some years ago.