The traffic was Monday slow today, slow with many stoppages.. There is always more.
traffic on a monday, maybe people returning
from the weekend, maybe they are just
starting the first day of the week early.
Things will not work properly today
at work,
the computer is slow, the heating is cold. The cleaning man, the who cares for the floors and who also wipes the tables, has returned from his holidys.
He is a friendly, quiet man.
He is a friendly, quiet man.
Work away, and nothing works. The fluidity has gone from the job, it has just turned into a hopeles act of mopping up failed attempts.
Just before the midday cup of coffee, theins seem to work again.
It is strange.
Sit at the someplace in the cafeteria and
ook out of the big windows. The Top branches
of the trees outside are entirely bare now,
the lower branches are still covered in yellow leaves
the lower branches are still covered in yellow leaves

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