sore legs

 Now it is the first of August, and the day was hot to start with and has become distinctly uncomfortable today. The day was spent attempting to clear things that were murky,

They are still murky.

There is no knowing what sort of problems are over the horizon, they are invisible. It is too late to solve past problems. There is no path to follow, things are just very unpleasant.

Walk around town, buy bread and some food for the cat.

Later, give the town a second chance, visit the café for a short visit. But this is no joy either.

Upon returning, realise that the legs have swollen, something is wrong with the circulation. Lie down and make two telephone calls, one to an old friend in France who lives in a cave and one to the son. They are both friendly, listening to them does good. The son has got over many of his difficulties, if his attitude and his way of speaking is anything to go by. The eyesight of the friend in France is returning bit by bit. It will never return completely, but it is better than worse and worse. 

The son will be in Landshut in about two weeks and a meeting will be possible then.

The cat is upstairs now, stalking about the room looking at things, She then lies on her back and looks over. Maybe she is being a copy cat, maybe her legs are sore too.