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the cat jumps up onto the lap again today, the cat demands a few minutes, purring loudly, enjoying the meagre warmth from the human legs, vibrating with some small pleasure.

Let her out into the passageway, the stairwell,
Leave the house, go up the alley to the new market street, all freshly surfaced with Chinese granite.

Find the car there where it was left the night before, wedged in between a large delivery truck and some SUV-like vehicle, that looks like a space age toy.

Take the illegal shortcut again, there is no wish to manoeuvre the car around the town trying to find a road that has not been blocked by some maintenance crew.

And out on the main road again, all those impatient racing Germans, aggressive Poles, cars cutting in,  overtaking into the headlights of oncoming traffic, all for the sake of a few minutes. How valuable time is! People will do anything to save it, to use it and not to let it slip away.
And then they make stupid remarks like "I wish it was Friday".

Take the left hand exit from the main road, the entrance to the university campus, the road all patchy with repairs, bumps, areas just filled with grit.
A left, and then a right, park beside the SUV belonging to the professor who always starts early, the one who's every conversation turns to a description of things that he did, is currently doing and things that he has planned.

Leave the car, tiny and black beside that silver monstrosity, the "I" car.
And upon showing the machine at the wall the chip, and it tells me that there is some error.
Stupid machine.