Sunday, a day for late risers, last night was the night for exhibitions and then a tour of Landshut's localities. This was all easy, in easy walking distance of home.
The head ached badly in the morning, and stay in bed until the pain dies. Think about the inability to do this sort of thing more often as the body gets older. It is all fun, but unhealthy. Breakfast is late, a happy blending of midday meal at awakening and the prospect of no further eating until evening.
People seem happy about the pictures in the little books and that is satisfying. There may be more things to do in future, maybe even work for the theatre. Positive promises are better than simple rebuttals or complex maybes.
There are people visible on the height of the bluffs today. They are walking among the trees in the snow, they are visible as tiny silhouettes as they stride along in their black coats.
The midday breakfast has been taken, now it is time for a shower after the bed has been made,
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