The cat may be suffering from boredom.

19.11.. 20/5

awaken, driven by guilt, guilty of having stayed up too late the night before. It would be in order, had the film on the television not been such an ignorant horror film. A case of a common theme, difficult and spectacular imagery, blood, gore. murder and mayhem. A poor film, a bad story. A waste of actors talent. Like a book, that although beautiful printed, perfectly bound, filled with grammatically perfectly ordered words in an orthographic perfection may be complete and utter drivel.

Or it may be literary masterpiece that furthers the cause of humanity. Still, these things are read, watched, heard, felt by so many that their manufacture is worth while, supporting an industry.

Awaken late, nine in the morning, heard the son leave the house early, much earlier.

This torn tendon in the left hand is causing more damage than at first anticipated, and in a form that was entirely unexpected. Instead of using the time, the time is being wasted. Impossible.

Get up, get clothes on for the day. Do not run about in night clothes during the day. Nine thirty, make coffee for breakfast. Do not panic, it is later now, the day is going fast. Clear cold sun of a late autumnal morning outside, it is already past ten in the morning. Write the morning notes, these morning notes, the only plan for the day.

The time for resting from the shock of nearly having lost all of the fingers of the left hand-must pass. Thunderstone! The understanding of this is cause for indolence, this being the only life that we have and nobody owes us a living. Watch the cat jump up onto the table in the kitchen.soft pawed, silent, checking all of the items there. 

The cat may be suffering from boredom.