The beer in the beer garden yesterday went down well, but it destroyed the night's repose. Sleep became spotty, and the sleep was filled with nightmares. The end of the day was spent listening to a drunk man ranting about his experiences in foreign countries, his confusion that those living under a dictatorial regime while themselves not in the least unpleasant people may express wholehearted support for their rules. His presumption was that such dictators are not so bad. That people would love their country regardless of who was in power or not is a thing for which he had no understanding. People living under a corrupt government are not necessarily unhappy because their government is not working as it should. Sometimes it is hard to argue.
The nightmares of the night are done, and breakfast has been taken.
The news has been read.
All done for this early morning, it is now time to go to the bathroom with the cold floor tiles for a shower. The cat, the son and the wife are still fast asleep.
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