It has been a weak day, and a wednesday too. It was strange to be up early and then to be unable to realise those things that so badly need doing. The deep silence in the marriage is heralding the end of any relationship. It has gone beyond a bad mood or some excusable fit.
When the wife is out of the house the cat searches for company elsewhere. Now, at eight in the evening she is sitting on the windowledge observing the sparrows nesting under the eaves of the roof opposite.
She gets bored with the sparrows after a while and starts to examine the other corners in the room.
It is the end of the day that ran weakly.
Even the supermarket was closed for renovations. It will possibly not be possible to find anything next week.
A whole new experience.
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