Sunday morning quiet, completely silent. Hiss of the mask awakens from torpor, noise of the cat does the same. The mask hisses because one of it's straps had come undone. Velcro stops working after time.
Deteriorates.
Things are so much better than yesterday, yesterday a horror of questions unanswered and jobs undone. A night sleep improves so many things, new words learned in new languages return from the darkness in which they have sunk to remain unseen and unheard.
Maybe a trip to Lisbon will be possible.
Posso.
Next year, or the one thereafter.
Sleep is a good thing, for the body and the mind
It is a grey day
again
but it does not matter.
The old writing table is finished, complet with all of its cupboards and shelves.
good.
To work tomorrow, three days only
Deteriorates.
Things are so much better than yesterday, yesterday a horror of questions unanswered and jobs undone. A night sleep improves so many things, new words learned in new languages return from the darkness in which they have sunk to remain unseen and unheard.
Maybe a trip to Lisbon will be possible.
Posso.
Next year, or the one thereafter.
Sleep is a good thing, for the body and the mind
It is a grey day
again
but it does not matter.
The old writing table is finished, complet with all of its cupboards and shelves.
good.
To work tomorrow, three days only
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