20.11.2015
The dream, now forgotten; ended by the persistent beeping of the dork, which is duly silenced.
It is strange that dreams can be so completely forgotten. so quickly, yet are so real and all-absorbingly important as they happen. The mind tidying and sorting, or something Who knows anything about the process involved in detail?. Probably very few people in this world.
Bathroom, ignore the cat, the cat begging for attention yet again. Bathroom, dishevelled old man in the mirror, comb his grey hair anyway. Brush the teeth too.
Make coffee as the towel alarm clocks sound, announcing the son's awakening. He passes by, hair like a mop, confused, not asleep but not fully awake to the world yet.
Rain today, hear the drops from the roof in the guttering,a steady sound. pleasant.
Like the
rain on leaves in a deciduous forest, a pleasant sound
As long as you are not getting wet.
Finish the coffee, take the pen and write this account,. these notes on daily futility.
Today is the day for physiotherapy.
Physiotherapy for the left hand and it's little finger:
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