A monkey sitting at a typewriter would probably do worse. This is going to be one of those posts, it is a quarter past eleven and the day started strangely, the house is silent. The cat has hidden somewhere, the wife has gone to her work and the son left yesterday to go back to his studies.
Whilst committing the first duties of the day to their porcelain device, look at the floor of the bathroom, see the lime deposits on the shower. Decide that something will need to be done about all of this, it is pointless to allow a depressed state of mind to dictate hopeless physical conditions.
Upstairs, eat the breakfast, enjoy the deep black coffee. Somehow, the eggs got too much salt, perhaps the rage at all the lime in the bathroom led to a double dosage being applied to the water for the poached eggs. But it is not a serious fault. The avocado is very good, it is just right.
Solve the days Wordle from the NYT and read about Kamala Harris with great satisfaction.
The monkey hits a few more keys and comments on the weather come out. Grey coloured sky today. Warm humid atmosphere today too. That is all very well.
Downstairs, collect that small Japanese cleaning device and switch it on. It is useful for spreading the detergent on the surfaces of the shower, it loosens the lime deposits. Allow the detergents to do their work, go over the inside surfaces of the shower three times. Then rinse the whole lot down the drain.
Afterwards, have a shower. That is a worthwhile reward.
The next job is to collect the clothing for the washing machine. It will be necessary to stop writing to be successful in that enterprise.
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