awful, doleful, and miserable

 The cat has rediscovered her pleasure in sitting upon human knees and dozing. Perhaps it is because they are warm and soft, perhaps it is just that the cat likes black denim.

The son's alarm clocks all failed this morning, it is good that his father was up early and was able to wake him at half past seven in the morning. Keep out of his way as he rushes about sorting items for school. School will be over soon for him, for good. It is hard to know what thoughts he has for his future, it is frightening how thoroughly everything has to be planned for.

The sun is out and the sky is blue today, it is hard to imagine that it was so grey and wintery yesterday. There are another two days to wait for the specialist doctor's appointment, and it is important to ring the general practitioner today to obtain a copy of the results of the blood examination. All are agreed that the values for haemoglobin are too low, so eat iron tablets in the morning. That is the simple and direct result of the diagnosis. And for more complex things there will be the examination in Regensburg. What a drag it is getting old, and little yellow pills are unavailable.

The news is awful and bloody, people have been slaughtered in Ukraine. The Russian government says that it is all fake, that everything is unreal. It is strange to hear that a thing is faked when it is so easy to verify. Certainly these people would not have died in such a way had their country not been invaded.

The news is awful, doleful, and miserable