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 The cat is back this morning,it is just that with the warmer weather she is taking a more varied approach to her selection of places of repose. When cats do not wish to be disturbed or are not interested they just sit there hidden and watch. Why should they care if the humans they are stuck with are worried about them?

Yesterday's walk was long, and the feet are still sore. The path over the back roads was so much longer than had been planned. Finally, the only way to return was to take the train from a town called Wörth an der Isar. This small town is incredibly dreary. After seven the shops are all closed and the streets are almost deserted. A few young people on motorbikes and in big cars hurtle past searching for a Tuesday night's amusement. The town is dead.

Remembering the long talk with a hospitable stranger yesterday, consider her account of much of her family having died before they were seventy years old. Cancer and stroke, the youngest at sixty one and the eldest at sixty-six. This is a strange reality. People should not die so young.

Today, grey; and after taking the pills as prescribed drowsiness sets in. Is all of this really neccessary?

It has become hard to say, really. Lie down on the couch and fall asleep, and an hour later drink the remainder of the now-cold coffee. Take a shower, and then start to clear up the kitchen. The son and the wife had had the run of the place yesterday, and things need to be cleared up. There are opened containers of foodstuffs lying about. There are now three opened bottles of tomato ketchup on the kitchen worktop. Place them on the kitchen shelf beside each other in descending order of depletion. Consider bringing the full container of biologically decomposable waste downstairs to the big bucket, but decide to sweep the floor instead.

There are so many small things to do that get in the way of the big things that need to be done.