8

Wednesday, 8Th July

awaken at the usual time, with the graying

of the night.

There is a doctors appointment at ten,

and time to kill untill then.

Read the news on the computer, realise

that policy in america is about being

elected.

And nothing else.

No morals,

No holds barred.

The cat digs her claws into the knees, sparsely

covered with the night clothes.

Uncross the legs.

She jumps up.

Then she is bored. And jumps down again.

That did not last long.

It is not six in the morning yet, but go

and take a shower.

and then start to clean up the kitchen, the

wife and the son are asleep still,

Feed the cat.

She likes that.