three

 Three quarters of an hour after taking the pills the head seems to darken and the vision vignettes dark to its borders and starts to blur. Was it the coffee or is it the pills or is it something else entirely? Maybe it is both, maybe it is both plus some other factor. Last night was pleasant, today is cold and tidy. The bed is made and the rubbish has been taken downstairs to the receptacle, the bucket, which, when full, will be transported to the container for biological waste at the end of the street.

The dizziness comes and goes, there is no idea what exactly is the source of it. The simple cure is to lie down and wait, but this is not a satisfactory answer.

It is ten thirty three now, a second mug of coffee on the table, and the tragic news of the death of a just man in a prison beyond the arctic circle in the New York Times. An autopsy will never be made that proves his murder.

Later, will make the attempt to walk a circuit again. Try to be fitter. Try harder.