this morning wake at six, and go to the toilet.
anticlimax, don't you think? But we all have our needs, and we all have that one.
Definetely.
The cat, wound up and excited, wants to play, wants food.
It gets its food, in the kitchen.
the cat she eat, and then leaves for the balcony, via a newly-installed cat door.
and vomits.
Roman cat?
maybe, she comes back for more.
Get the laptop, wish to commence blogging then.
Headache and drowsiness, no concentration, eyes unfocussed.
Biological system error, maybe a virus.
Slow reactions, no ideas, no,nu,na,ne,ni, not a thing.
Close the grey apple and back to bed.
anticlimax, don't you think? But we all have our needs, and we all have that one.
Definetely.
The cat, wound up and excited, wants to play, wants food.
It gets its food, in the kitchen.
the cat she eat, and then leaves for the balcony, via a newly-installed cat door.
and vomits.
Roman cat?
maybe, she comes back for more.
Get the laptop, wish to commence blogging then.
Headache and drowsiness, no concentration, eyes unfocussed.
Biological system error, maybe a virus.
Slow reactions, no ideas, no,nu,na,ne,ni, not a thing.
Close the grey apple and back to bed.
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awaken, the wife is up, getting her finery on, going to the market, going shopping, son is chatting verbose online with his friends, together in a cubeular cyberspace, really doing things in a virtual world.
Get up, attire, bathroom, wash. Head buzzes.
make coffee,
An inquiry to the son as to whether he wants to go out or spend all day at the computer.
No answer
Martins bells ring ten times
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