The day is a sunny day and it is a day of lonely depression. The wife grunts instead of speaking, There is no knowing who is at fault, it is just clear that there is a fault. And it is serious.
Breakfast was a delight, it was unclear that the day would turn out to be nasty, There was a lot of work due to a failed backup, it is good that the original files where still available. Setting these up like the originals just took time. The only reason for doing the work a second time is in case there are orders.
And the day is done. An afternoon rest, now the cat is fed, and now an evening cup of coffee will be had. Who needs to sleep anyway.
The day is darkening beautifully now, it is a quarter past six and there is a storm coming up. The air is delightfully cold and damp.
There are shouts from the children in the neighbourhood.
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