seriously

 Walk in the morning, flee from home. Take a picture of a red spot on a tree trunk.

There is not much going on, on this Monday morning in the park. That is all right, but there is no wish to climb up out of the valley. There will be no teasing the rhea birds today.

Today is a day of low blood pressure, there is no understanding why it is healthy to feel so awful. Later on it will be necessary to take an appointment at the old workplace to discuss the further production of the book for the institute, and the inspection of the pictures for the exhibition. 

There seem to be hundreds, but there are only eighty six of them.

Which seems to be plenty.

Arrive at work later on, punctually.

The other person is twenty minutes late. Maybe things should not be taken so seriously