At three in the morning Hypnos goes away, he is off on a walk, he is insulted because there is a litre of beer inside his patient, his subject. That's competion, he is disgusted. Maybe he is going of to have a date with his colleague Somnus, the one from the other side of the Adriatic.
At three it is dark, the eyes hurt, and there is no concentration possible on any kind of reading matter Go downstairs to the bathroom, nearly fall down the stairs. It is not worth while, go back upstairs, lie down, and think unhappy thoughts for hours.
Awaken at nine, go downstairs, the son has gone to work and left the washing machine running so that those clothes may be washed in the evening. Then he will put them in the dryer and forget about them until the weekend.. Breakfast, eggs on toast, is quite delicious, a cup of black coffee to wash down the blood pressure pills is only perfect. Try to set up the printer again but the resullts are unsatisfactory.
The cat wails for attention.
Put food on her plate.
she sniffs
and walks away.
It is impossible to do everthing right
not overnight
not ever
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