wasted day like the one before.

up, alone and
furious at the mess
sit down, a cup of coffee, take the pills, one for the blood pressure and the other for the piss.
furious, such a mess, no progress.

it is nine and all are still asleep, this is just turning into a wasted day like the one before.
Go up to the rooms that need to be rennovated.
There is a floor sander, and a floor that has been sanded over roughly once. Go to the little room, the unheated one, the junk store, the one where the working clothes are kept.
Dress in a pair of old trousers, and the crocs used for house work and start the big noisy machine, and  continue the work of sanding the floor. Dust mask, back and forth in the room, holding back the heavy machine, it is noisy.
Layer for layer the wood is exposed, all the woodworm holes become visible at the edge of the planks, the machine grinds away the uneveness between the old planks.
Then the smaller machine, go over the corners. First with really coarse paper, then with finer.
Then the big machine again, with less coarse paper, back and forth.

This obliterates the rage, just a bit.

and later take a break
And then go back to the sanding.
And afterwards start to tidy things a bit.
and now it is five in the evening