Late awakening today one day runs into the next day now and it is Thursday again. This breathless concatenation of days is leading to a the end of life as known and it is a solitary exercise. The son had left this morning before the rising of his father and long before the rising of the mother. The mess in the kitchen has been cleaned perfunctorily, but it is proof that there is an upper limit to acceptable sordid mess.
The eggs on toast are particularly good today, the small things count. There were three eggs today.
The cat is confused by the separation in the house, it is good that the house is big enough to allow such separation. There is no future visible now in living close, living alone seems the only way.
It is important to be open for change, but there is only one path (pfad, fad) in view
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