It was a good one.

 Today, a day of weakness and despair.

No, it really was not that bad, tdhat business with the weakness was true enough. Despair is normal.

Slept just a little bit late, that was in order, had breakfast, that was better and then collapsed for the rest of the morning until ten.

This is no way to go. this is not the way that one would dream of things ending. But then who can tell whether that wherewith dreams are made of will serve as the substance of reality.

Reality is a nasty person, she really is.

The day was spent realising the functionality of a printer, a machine to realise the pictures taken every day as final works on paper and not seen through a distorting window on a sophisticated machine. Just on paper, the way they are meant to be.

Till now, the evening has been spent in the pub, watching the sparkling life of those that have no idea of the foul things that they are moving towards. They make a good soup in the pub, today they only sold one of them. It was a good one.