underrate

 april 2

The enthusiasm at the start of the week yesterday died today. The enthusiasm may actually have been one of those April the first jokes. There is nothing to be enthused about.

It is as hard and as awkward as ever to get out of bed, even though the weather is so much warmer today. The cat is enthusiastic about food, and wandering around in the rooms upstairs. It has taken to relaxing in the room where the clothes are kept, leaving a hairy spot on the bed where it likes to rest.

Wander about town, go to the supermarket.

But there is no joy in it all any more. The depression have it all again. The film last night showed the life of the commandant of Ausscchwitz concentration camp in his house next to the camp. It was well done.

And then before leaving the pub met an amateur artist. It was strange, but there was little interest in talking to him, the  interest seemed to come mainly from his side of the conversation. God knows, he may want photos of his stuff sometime. He, like all amateurs, underrates the work of serious artists.

And now it is six in the evening. There was a long afternoon sleep, it has driven away the dead depressed feeling.

slightly