over bedtime now

 Getting up early did not help deal with the misery of waking  loneliness and anger. This has become part of life as it is now and is hard to accept just like that. The problem is simply a matter of self perception and the wish to see the truth about the way one is percieved. Old and decrepit are words that spring to mind.

The weather is both beautiful and cheerful. Make breakfast at six in the morning, there is no need for any further excitement. The cat was fed in the early morning too, and a second cup of coffee was made.

The days work was dictated by the artist couples request for work on a list of their works, which had fallen behind schedule. There is to be a big opening of the exhibition tomorrow, and the list of works on sale and their prices is not yet ready. This means a whole day attempting to collate notes made the evening before and to type the words into the computer one after the next.

This takes up the beginning of the morning and the rest of the afternoon. The company is pleasant, but the work is awkward. The keyboard is strange and it is difficult to work with. It would have been better to bring up one of the personal ones, rather than trying to get used to the very cheap instrument offered. Regardless of any complaints, the work is done now.

The weather was beautiful all day, and a call from a friend asking for company in the evenings entertainment  was pleasant, but there was no chance of being fit enough to start a night on the town.

It is now six minutes to eleven at night, and tiredness is dictating that it is over bedtime now.