Now that it is late this day of small actions will clearly come to an end in inaction. The postman came late, and there were tax bills to pay and accountants fees to settle. This was done, and the short walk about town was taken. It was all no trouble, but the black misery in the mind never really went away.
The pictures of the mosaics were reviewed, and an hour spent restoring them all yet again. This will have to be taken care of tomorrow, after the doctor's appointment in the morning. Things are not very easy at the moment. The firms are all restarting their work at this time, it is all slow.
The daily roll with the meat loaf, another one of those things.
The day is a waste, it is a day of small things,
The heater that has been repaired is no more than a noisy nuisance, all the advanced electronics and remote controls do not help that.
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