It is impossible. A five hour walk yesterday, twenty one kilometres, the tiny distance from Landshut to Altheim and back, It was a good day, and the solitude was pleasant. The pain in the hips upon returning was unexpected, and the utter chaos at home was expected. What is to be done about it? Something needs to be done, it is untenable. The mess is being created faster than it can be cleaned, it is a waste of time trying to tidy the situation. That would be a job for all the time available in the remaining days. And that would waste those days.
Perhaps taking another walk today, another flight from reality, another journey out of the situation that cannot be changed would be a suitable exercise for this easter Sunday.
It is early in the morning yet, the neighbours across the street have just withdrawn the heavy blue curtains with which they gaurd their privacy, and the sun has just touched the top of the building opposite.
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