done by one so young

awake, turn off the alarm.
yesterday's decision to cut the working week short, diminish the pain of rising early.
Use the overtimes of the past few weeks to take a few days off.

A decision, causes an incision in the process of the week.

A surgical process
decision, incision, and then let us see if it works, check the details for satanic deviations.
It is known that the devil resides in the details of a problem.
"Der Teufel steckt im Detail"

And leave the dreaming, it comes on it's own, and clogs the mind with its inconsequential musings.

Get up later, the sound of the son doing his things.
He is in the living room checking his bags.
There is so much to be done by one so young.
School is cruel.

Talk, let him clear up his papers, say goodbye, ate logo.

Now make coffee, Now get the computer, check the mail,
Sit in the messy sitting room,
and type these notes.

Not via a notebook with black covers
but straight into the Internet.

Consider the things to be done

old town, the church, the gate and the castle.

 Wedza November 2017
showered, teeth brushed, face washed, cream on the nose, yellow pill taken, all ready, and leave the house as the Saint Martins bells ring twice. The street is empty, but for a few illegally parked cars. The green covered building site at the corner, the house covered in green netting to keep down dust. Scaffolding, Who knows what they are going to do to the house.
At the town gate, a white truck with a very large trailer is manouevering about trying to find a method to park. Eventually the driver uncouples his trailer, leaves it at the side of the road, and backs his truck down the narrow laneway.

'His attempt to back down the narrow laneway with the trailer failed.
Dolores ahead at the bus stop. Bog cotton men too. Just wait. The Hotel opposite, with the huge conservatory windows over the breakfast room, all lit up, throwing reflects us into the slow-moving river Isar. A pretty sight, it would be nice to take brekkie there, and took over the river at the old town, the church, the gate and the castle.
The driver of the bus has a problem with his charge giving machine. He has to take it asunder, apart, and reassemble the pieces. A bent penny. But he is fast, he has done this before.

At the railway station, the mornings greeting from the smoker with the ponytail hair, it has grown a bit. Away from the grey pigtail, now it is the grey plumage of another animal.
Coffee, there is confusion in the cafe, the young woman serving is trying to do three things at once, and gets them all confused. Wednesday, the middle of the week, all is done and ready now, go to the train at the platform No 6.

an unshaven man

Tuesday, 28 November, 2017 hfffdgywffte. lousy day, a day not to really No, that is wrong. A sheep asleep with self disgust. That is all. No wish to go to work, but then got up and go anyway. Rest in bed a while longer, this is misery. get up, take a shower, try to wash the night sores away, there is no tinnitus under the shower. A hiss from the water drowns it. Interesting. Brush the teeth, and shave. Let the cat in. She is friendly today, again. walk
Leave the house, down through the dark town. Even though it is later in the day, there is still nothing much happening. A few delivery trucks, a few pedestrians. From the town gate, see that there is a bus at the bus stop. It is waiting. Run for the bus, tap on the driver's window. He opens the door, step in and pay for a ticket. He is an unshaven man, he looks still asleep.



shortly afterwards, the bus leaves. It is just after six now.
At the railway station see that there is a train leaving shortly. It is a local train, the kind that stops at every station on the way.
It is not as crowded as the express train, the usual early train. There was not time for coffee today,. The next train would have been in twenty minutes, so let the coffee go. Maybe it will be possible to get one in Freising.
The Train stops at all of the small stations on the route, six stations altogether. Few people board the train at the small stops, it is too early for the school children yet.

At Freising, go to the Yorma cafe there. There is a bad smell of burnt cheese, they have made a mistake preparing something.
Get a cup of coffee, but the smell of the burning has altered the sense of taste somehow, the coffee tastes strange.
Go back to the platform and wait for the local train.

With all of the delay and hanging about and what-have-you, work will start twenty minutes later than usual today.

Be a legal egoist

Monday 27 November
The alarm clock beeps, the tablet computer makes it's noises. One should he switched off permanently. Find the clothing, at the place it had been left last night. The back hurts, the head hurts, and there is no recognisable reason for that.
Other than that it is early, and that the weather is cold.

The cat is on the other side of the glass door, it is being noisy, it wants to be let in. Let the cat in, and it comes in on a draught of freezing cold air. It really is quite cold outside. Bathroom, toilet, brush the teeth. The experience in the cold has caused the cat to rush about in a frenzy of purring, and rubbing it's head on anything remotely suited for head rubbing. Then it starts licking the cables of the apple computer. That is not so bad, it used to bite them.
When all the clothes are on, the nose has a dabof cream and those yellow pills have been taken, then out to the street. The legs feel the cold though the trouser legs. And the back aches, walk slowly. There is a solitary pedestrian, and the big bakery trucks up and down the main street.. There must be about four or five of them.
Pass under the archway of the town gate, a car following, a grey Ford. And then a Mercedes taxi approaches. Keep on walking do not move aside. This is a pedestrian area, they do not really have the right of way. Be a legal egoist.
Arrive at the bus stop at the same time as dolores, and then the bog cotton man. Both are dressed well against the cold. The same goes for Teaeherman, a few minutes later.
Bog cotton man is surrounded by fug of cigarette smoke. Keep on writing until the bus becomes visible in the distance, taking the corner of the Witt strasse. There were the gaol is. So pack away the pen and the notebook, and check the pocket of the wallet for change. The bus driver has dark hair and beard, a friendly round face. He gets his money, gives a tichet.

Later, crossing the plaza at the railway station, see that there is a broken beer bottle there, where the smoker usually stands. The smoker is not there, maybe it is too cold for him. Then the crowded cafe, the service people remembering the regular order.. The train leaves Landshut late, it is Monday.

no bigger picture

Getting up is misery.
The son is baking bread, he keeps on putting it back into the oven, in the hope that it will get darker with longer baking.
He is most likely right.
Later, there is a loaf of white bread, a round loaf, a sort of a bap.
He is rather proud of this.

But the kitchen is very untidy now, everything just there were it had last been used.
Put the things together.
Fill the dishwasher
Find the coffee maker.
Grind coffee.

And whilst the coffee is being made in the big Bialetti
Take the yellow pill as the doctor had ordered.
That is for the stomach, something to reduce the acidity.

And now the kitchen has been cleared, the books removed from the floor

This is sunday, the horrible end of the week.
But now, sunday breakfast, time to eat the bread that the son has baked
Since six this morning.

Leave the bigger picture be.
There is no bigger picture.

saturday, no plan.

the first awakening alone in the dark and cold.
Neither being physically alone nor really cold makes no difference.
It is actually dark.
It is not warm.
And a light has been left on in the hallway.

Therefore
No excuses.
Get up, to the bathroom.
Look up the news on the computer.
no, do not.
lie down again, the back the tinnitus, the whole lot.
 A rest would be good.

And later, it is light,
the tinnitus is still there, so what, that is there to stay.
on the left. The pain in the back, controllable. The dizziness reduced.
The mental functions appear to have picked up a bit.
Lets go!

Then the kitchen
a putrid mess.
too sick and tired to do it last night.

Saturday, cleanerday.

Friday hurry

Friday, November 24
The clock damaged and repaired yesterday evening, works today. It is still ticking to itself the tiny pawl shipping owner the ratchet wheel, thrusting it on with every swing of the pendulum. A French dock, the French have been good with pendulums. Since Foucault used one to tell us things about the planet.






The bus driver looks angrily at the ten euro bank note. Well, he cannot
have exact change every day. Let Dolores and teacheman- on board the bus first, be the last to pay.

There were cars in the pedestrian zone, driving too fast, impatient. Think about this on the bus.

Say good morning to the smoker, he seems unconcentrated as well, he is reading a notice hung up over the entrance to the railway station This is advertising the christmas market in town, The christmas market is a construction of wooden huts selling all kinds of christmas goods. An annual German Thing.

The bald man in the cafe, friendly, and fast. He serves the coffee without any delays, he knows his job now.

And after the long steep last night, the body feels that it should have been more. There is not the extreme tiredness of other days, days where the night before had to be shortened, tensions in the home, discussions, or just falling to sleep in front of the television-

The train was even punctual Today, pushing through a dark landscape, just the street lamps of sleeping villages passing outside.

standing around a strange heap

Thursday 23 November
Dry the water off the back, the legs, army and face. Brave the cold of the corridor to return to the bedroom and put on the days clothing, then, back in the corridor again, put cream
on the nose, Take a pill. It will be weeks before this course of pills is over and done with.

Walk on down through the town, the brown winter jacket is pleasantly warm. There are no other people on foot, just a taxi in a hurry passing. The bog cotton man is at the bus stop, and then the Teacherman arrives. Apolice car passses with all of it'slights going, a blue carnival. It is moving with a great sense of haste.
The bus arrives, find the exact coins for the fare in the pocket of the wallet, and put them on the driver's till. He hands out a ticket and wishes a good morning.
Continue to scribble these notes on board of the bus, writing is difficult on account of the irregular motion of the vehicle.
At the side of the road, after half of the journey is done, see the police standing there, blue lights flashing, and a fire truck too. There are firemen and medical people, police too, standing around a strange heap at the far side of the footpath somebody's day has started really badly.

The bus slows, passing the scene of this accident, and then spicks up speed quickly. Suddenly, it needs to be braked again, as the driver notices a red traffic light that he is about to jump.
At the railway station wish the smoker good morning.. He is at his usual place at the ashtray on the metal pillar. The yellow square done in road marking paint around aha the ashtray marks the end of smokers territory.
At the cafe, receive a stamp in the little card, and a cup of coffee. This paper cup has a printed green band with 'TEE' written on it, the proper coffee mugs have run out. It makes no difference, the coffee is the same...
This is the same as every day, it is six now, the system has been running for an hour.. One hour since the alarm sounded to end the rule of Hypnos.
On board the train, Mooberry is past, now the last five minutes to F Reising. The man opposite wearing a yellow safety jacket, A police man in blue on the other side of the carriage. The policeman is playing a game on an apple tablet computer. He has a grey beard and black-framed glasses...
And the next stop will he soon, pack the things up in preparation to change for the local train, later to change for the bus and then to  serve the required hours at work.