There are plenty of things that should be done.
But why bother with any of them?
Downstaits, breakfast, give the cat its required attention. Put on the day clothes, and start to tidy up the workshop a little more,
Then wash the hands and go around the block to the barber's shop and make an appointment. And then return home again.
Tidy up the tools a bit more, then have a short conversation with the son, he is barely awake.
Then the aftermath of the operation forces a rest again. Take it easy, lie down.
At one, go downstairs and carefuly clean the fingers, brushing the dirt from underneath the finger nails.
At two, go to the barbers and have a hairctut.
Take a walk about town, and feel like nothing sensible at all. This whole business is not working.
A holiday will be nice.
At eight, there is a jazz session in the local. A guitarist and a bassist play, Not so many people really listen. Keep an eye on the musicians mobile telephone, with which they are making a record of their show.
It is a pleasant evening, it is good to be left alone.
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