the feeding of the beast, the cat, who knows what it thinks of weekends. Everyone up late, no early morning pat on the head, nothing.
it is grey outside, day grey, winter grey. Last night was cold, late. The work is finished, the congress of the urban traffic study scientists is done. And in the box.
The cat is persistent, so on with the proper day clothing and off into the kitchen. A mess. It has grown steadily worse since the last clearing. Last week.
Why do things get worse and not better? Is that entropy? Or just a combination of laziness and slovenly behaviour.
Horrible.
Feed the cat, a little bit. It is not a starved animal, so it does not need much, just enough to keep it happy. Tinned delight, happiness in a tin can.
After feeding it goes back to sleeping. A hunting carnivore would do the same. Save energy. Spend time caring for itself.
Make a coffee and a breakfast of a slice of bread butter tomato and cheese. The son is up and is pestering with stories of computers, computers appear to be the centre of everything. How did things work in the past without them.
The day is winter grey. and there are too many plans to fulfil. What did Sisyphus plan to do should he eventually have reached the top of the hill? Would that have been all?
The son is at the other end of the table writing things into his book, English vocabulary for school, the many meanings that some words have.
Oh what the hell.
Get another cup of coffee. Tell the son the longest English word used to be antidisestablishmenterianism. A historic expression dealing with one-time political movements..
who knows what it is now.
it is grey outside, day grey, winter grey. Last night was cold, late. The work is finished, the congress of the urban traffic study scientists is done. And in the box.
The cat is persistent, so on with the proper day clothing and off into the kitchen. A mess. It has grown steadily worse since the last clearing. Last week.
Why do things get worse and not better? Is that entropy? Or just a combination of laziness and slovenly behaviour.
Horrible.
Feed the cat, a little bit. It is not a starved animal, so it does not need much, just enough to keep it happy. Tinned delight, happiness in a tin can.
After feeding it goes back to sleeping. A hunting carnivore would do the same. Save energy. Spend time caring for itself.
Make a coffee and a breakfast of a slice of bread butter tomato and cheese. The son is up and is pestering with stories of computers, computers appear to be the centre of everything. How did things work in the past without them.
The day is winter grey. and there are too many plans to fulfil. What did Sisyphus plan to do should he eventually have reached the top of the hill? Would that have been all?
The son is at the other end of the table writing things into his book, English vocabulary for school, the many meanings that some words have.
Oh what the hell.
Get another cup of coffee. Tell the son the longest English word used to be antidisestablishmenterianism. A historic expression dealing with one-time political movements..
who knows what it is now.
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