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 Today is Sunday and it was a day of simple forgetfulness. The blog was forgotten until evening. This is not the first time that this happened. The reason was a sudden burst of hunger in the beginning of the day and the making of second helpings for breakfast. This break in routine was compensated for by the omission of the morning blog.

That is how it goes.

Sunday was just a day spent reading and writing and putting clothes into the washing machine. There are always more clothes than expected, that is probably normal. Make the division between black white and coloured. That is ok with clothes, it prevents the white things becoming grey and the coloured things retain their colours.

Yesterday was Christopher Street Day. and the son was in high spirits because of all the events around town. He only returned this morning, which is all right for an eighteen year old.

There is nothing left to write about, sorry. The clock is ticking on the wall and it is getting steadily darker.