Thursday, august is
awaken too early, for the third time last night. Checking the time, only to see that it is a quarter to five. Go to the bathroom, and then brush the teeth, to remove the nights residues.
Back to bed for ten minutes, and when the alarm sounds, reach out, turn it off, turn to the right, pull up the knees, drop the feet to the floor and push the body up to a veritical position using the elbow.
The cat comes in awaiting food and attention.
She reacts to the alarm clerk, to the beeping sound.
The hot water of the shower starts the day now, it is dark outside. The cat sits in the corner of the bathroom, purring as loudly as it can, waiting.
Dry the water off, and, and- In the bedroom, a new black shirt. And then off to the kitchen, feed the cat.
strange to see that she does not have great interest in the food from the fridge, where the open tin has been resting all night.
Take a new pill as the doctor had ordered, a trial, an item to raise the daily depressions. No knowing what will happen, no knowing whether anything will happen at all.
At half past five, down the stairs and out into the rain, quite heavy today. In qrder to remain as dry as possible keep under the arcades, only to have to walk out between all the sodden wooden seating belonging to the chocolate cafe
A woman in a yellow raincoat, a very large woman, approaches. She has wrapped the platic coat around her winter clothes, and the hood of the coat over her head, the strings pulled tight, pulling this hood in around her face. She looks like an enormous glistening yellow member of the seven Dwarves of snow white fame.
A cheerful, booming, 'Mow gen".
Dolores, arranging her headscarves, at the bus shelter.
Good Morning.
and the bus, a bright rush of interior plastic, T F T-screens, the lights of the traffic outside and the rushing sound of the tyres on the rain-drenched road. There would be endless detail to write about here, but all of it is trivial now, twenty minutes later.
Large black coffee at Yorma's cafe, all those rain damp people pressuring big Blondy.
It must be hard work running suck a cafe.
Scribble notes, pages full, coffee cup empty.
Time to go, the trudge to the train, along the. corridor and up the stairs again. All the way down the dim platform, to where there are fewer people standing about
Then the train pulls in, absolutely on time today.
People are in a panic again, rushing along the platform, in order to be at the door when the train stops. Crush and crowding people, getting on, getting off.
Stand back, let them have their fun
The train is never full, there is no need for all of this pressure. AVOID STRESS
Let them board first, let them rush.
And sit in The train's dining car, coffee bar, or whatever it is called.
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