keeping time

Last night went from bad to worse to an interesting conversation with an artist. The two argentines, the old one and a younger addition started a rounds systen at tge kicak  and because ot the numbers one more drink was taken than was really wanted. Later there was a talk with the artist, a return to the pub, and then a visit to his stueio.. By the time all of this was over it was three this morning.

A long sleep was sufficient to remove the unpleasant side effects of such a late night. Two Ibuprofen pills helped.

There is now a chance that he will take over the workshop in the basement of the house.. Perhaps, there is just a chanccen that this will work out well.

The morning is almost gone once breakfast is made. Breakfast just turns into a midday meal, but all is well done.

The cat comes upstairs and starts nibbling the cat grass growing on the balcony. This plant was bought especially for the cat, and she seems to derive pleasure from it.

Buy a train ticket for Berlin. There will be a trip up there on the fourth of August.

The neighbours are shouting at each other in the back yards. It appears to be their normal mode of conversation.

And the electric collectible clocks are all ticking away to each other, keeping time independently of each other.