reading

 today is the day that boredom took over, announced yesterday, and in place today. It is just a sensation, there would be enough to do but no reason to do it. It is just a lazy Wednesday, a day spent rising early and then going back to bed, there not being any real reason to do anything. There are no real wishes there, and no sense of any great initiative either.

Spend the morning without talking to anybody apart from the strictly business contacts with various shop attendants. Buy a bag of apples, the variety is Braeburn and a corner of cheese. There really is no feeling of wanting to do anything. Drift around the small town, take the long path up by the river. Midday at home, install an electric light switch and two coat hangers. The one is on the back of the bedroom door, and the other is out on the balcony. The one on the balcony is to be able to hang clothing out to air. Feel guilty at having done so little during the day, apart from looking up the train timetable,

Thursday is the appointment for the meeting at the hospital, the procedure that is to be done will be explained, hopefully in some detail.

In the evening a long telephone call with a friend, she seems busy all of the time.

Then a long conversation with the woman in the gallery, she seems bored with the work there.

And then go home to continue reading the book that was started last Sunday.