Sunday, 8 November 2015

Leave glazing to glaziers, they know how to handle glass without injury.

November 8,2015
Awaken pondering on the functionality of that breathing mask. It catches all those horrible dreams of asphyxiation, nightmares of choking and paralysis just do not take place any more..
Good.
kitchen, grind coffee, take apart the coffee maker. The sealing rings bought yesterday are too small, need to return these on Monday. Turn on the gas, put the pot on the blue flamed ring of fire,.
Sound from the son's room, he is in good humour, he seems happy. Yesterdays excursion with his friends did him good.
Sit in the living room, read the grey machine, no wisdom there today. The son watches television, a sentimental account of a man who lends his expertise to failing restaurants and helps them to new success and tighter futures. Reality soaps, or reality TV, or some similar genre. He needs to check on his Latin vocabulary later. Stress for twelve-year-old.. If all goes to plan, he must endure another six years of schooling... It will get worse before it gets better.
Shower today, hot. Unpack the left hand, all stitched like a Christmas roast, healing away to itself. The wound is well closed, and the medical sock covering it all is no longer clean
Cold water heats, hot water now. Heats and heals, the shower head is blocked with limescale yet again.
Then a fresh plaster, the fresh arm sock, the trace and hook up the cord for the spring. Another three weeks of this.

Leave glazing to glaziers, they know how to handle glass without injury. 

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