Friday, again it is Friday, the second day of the ninth month, the month called September. Schools are starting soon, in the middle of the month there will be a birthday to celebrate. Ot not to celebrate, this depends on whether the live spent was good or not. Europe seems to be drifting towards an armed conflict, the old enemy is making ugly noises and seems to believe that it has the power to just take what it wants without question. Friends are not friends any more.
Privately, it is the same, control is everything, friendship is not worth so much any more. Life is returning to a structured society, the sort of thing that existed in the middle ages, with powerful groupings protecting their own, thereby furthering their interests. It is all a matter of standing and influence.
Breakfast and the coffee is done.
Sleep is over.
The extra room needs to be decorated, and the plumbers have to be called.
Winter will come, and who knows how that will be.
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