Recovery from last nights meeting is slow. The sculptor drinks a lot and keeping him company leads to a hangover this morning. Perhaps this should not be, in the light of the operation that is to take place tomorrow.
It is probably better to take things easy, and to see that yesterday is yesterday and tomorrow is not here yet.
Breakfast is made under the angry glare of the spouse, and avoiding the enormous heap of dirty clothes and suitcases in the kitchen left by the son upon his return from Lunebourg yesterday. The cat draws attention by butting her head hard against the cupboards. Bend down and pat her head and stroke her back.
She commences to purr.
The coffee is bitter and black and it does not get rid of the headache. It does not do a thing.
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