And leave the town via the tunnel, in a small blue car.

morning sounds, the wife is up. And the telephone sings out its melody, loudly today. Get up, bathroom, shower, hair wash teeth brush.
All done, back to the bedroom.
Look in the mirror on the way.
Way to fat.
ugh.

Get dressed, same clothing as yesterday. It is Friday today, and the weather looks good, despite the forecast.

The cat is on the bed, and upon being petted, grabs the petting hand with its front legs and starts to bite. And then with both rear claws commences to scratch the hand.
Cats are largely instinct driven, probably more so than humans.
Anyway, it hurts.

Well Bertie pill, it is supposed to do good, to ease the pain of being, the sense of permanent exhaustion.
It does not seem to work. But take it in anyway.

And leave the house after checking the man in the mirror.
He is still overweight.
Could be worse, should be better.

And walk up the now newly cobbled street, pass the site where the street is being newly styled, an attempt to upgrade the town, up the tiny alley.

The policewoman is cycling down the street, change of shift for her.

And leave the town via the tunnel, in a small blue car.