A day to be forgotten as soon as it occurs, a day of nothing. The morning food, it is good that is there. The absence of news on the computer is strange, but then it being Saturday there is a reason for it. Wait in the sitting room until the light of day illuminates the way between the piles of junk left in the corners. It could have been such a nice room, now it is just a mess, an inhabited junk shop.
Silence! Even the thought is wrong. You could do something about it. But it is like boxing with the wind. You win every fight and yet it is still there and will be for all time.
The eggs and toast for breakfast are a pleasure just as breakfast for one. The cat is around somewhere, probably getting sick in a corner.
Sit down and wait for nine, or later. There is a letter to take to the post office.
Later on, pass the Italian's place. It is full up to the brim with guests. There will be no nice coffee today, not in that place full of people. Go on to the supermarket, to buy a few things for breakfast tomorrow.
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