The cold bedroom in the top flat has happy sunlight pouring in through the verandah door that leads out to the balcony. Leave the bed, it is not all that cold. Open the verandah door, then go downstairs to the bathroom and then to make breakfast. The meal that is the happiest of the day. A happy short meal.
There are three weeks to go to the exhibition of the reactor pictures, excitement is increasing, there is no way to be cool about this. An exhibition in the home town, in the town of principal residence, that has been sponsored, is a great personal success. There is no way to make this smaller, and probably no need to.
"Just doing the job"
The happy meal is over, the shower has been taken, the pills have been swallowed and the water has been drunk. The family is asleep on this holiday celebrating German unity thirty-odd years after forty years division into two countries. The worker using his circular saw in the neighbours house has been stopped, work on an official holiday is not allowed. The sky is blue and white fluffy clouds everywhere. The top flat is airing nicely now. This is a near nonsensical stream of consciousness leading to unconsciousness.
There are things to be taken care of today, a list to make. Invitations have to be prepared.
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