no good

This is the day for car repairs, repairs in the repair shop belonging to the man who sounded quite insane on the telephone, and there is no understanding as to why he is so friendly on the telephone. Outside there is a clear blue sky, it may be possible to enjoy a long walk back home. Then again, the repair may be so quick that this will not work.

Perhaps once the car is repaired and the exhibition has been taken car of and the book has gone to the printers it will be possible to take a holiday with a long drive, maybe to France. Now that the feeling of health is back again, positively, it will bel possible to do something worthwhile like that.

Breakfast today was strange. The eggs that the wife had bought cheaply yesterday boil in a strange sort of way, the yolk separates itself from the white in the hot water. This is one of the things that become visible when making poached eggs.

But the taste is quite good, there is nothing unexpected here.

Now it is time to get up and go, the man in the garage has set his appointment for eight this morning, and being late would be no good.