Storm

 The solitary breakfast is the high point of the day. There is only one egg left in the refrigerator today, but that is not a problem. There is no butter either, but some kind of patent spread based on vegetable oil is there and it will do fine.

A lower cholesterin breakfast.

The thought of the long solitary wanderings in the countryside around here come to mind. It is time to start these again, maybe earlier, who knows. The thought of the sore feet spring to mind, the feet that swell as the distance increases. No matter how much technology goes into the shoes, the problem remains that these items are made to standard sizes and shapes, and for economic reasons no other shapes are said to exist, and greater size than standard just means that shoe types are rare, only the most simple models are available. Weight and the ability of materials to withstand this is not a matter for discourse at all in shoe construction, the structural matter supporting the feet over the soles of the shoes collapses long before the shoes do. This never happens to smaller and therefore lighter people, and there is no understanding for it. There is only the refuge to expensive niche products, and these do not hold well either. Great size and weight are not purely advantageous.

Read the news, Americans are moaning about their own incompetence in dealing with weaponry in the population. Every home an is arsenal, without the discipline and dedication to control and regulate such a militia well. Law-abiding citizenry suffering mental derangement of a temporary and curable nature are left to their own devices, they express themselves by pyrotechnically spitting on their society which then kills them in a portrayal of self defence. The land of the free does not seem to really care.

Read the news, the Ukraine and Russia are fighting, Cain and Abel, like old testament brothers. The world stands and is dismayed, and fears the one that will win the struggle. They are brothers, and nobody will help them take from each other what they believe is their own by rights that they themselves have written. The fury of the winner, whoever that may be is to be seen gathering like distant stormnclouds.