forgotten at the end of the day

 awaken in a good mood, that is not unusual.

it is when realisation floods in that the situation has not changed that the mood changes too.

The cat comes in, she wants to be fed or she wants attention or she wants something.

She allows herself to be touched, but that is not what it is. She does not want to be petted.

There is not much to be done there.

Take yesterdays cup and the watering can down to the kitchen. The cat is now enthusiastic, it is not seven in the morning yet.

Make breakfast, feed the cat, who loses all interest in communication and goes off to sleep somewhere. Take breakfast upstairs. There is not much happening on the news. Trump stuff is being regurgitated, he has not done anything really newsworthy inside the last few days.

Clear the plates, and go downstairs and fetch the watering can. Water the plants on the balcony.

Then turn to the prints of the photos of the sculpture.

It takes two hours to correct the colours to the degree that the wood does not look like a meat loaf in colour. It is just not green enough, there is something wrong with that custom made printer profile.

Finally, make the prints. It is not far to the artists studio, bring the work over there and leave it there. Then take a walk through the town. It is baking hot again. Stop off at the turk's place and have one of his Kebabs. They are not great, but they will do to hold body and soul together. The kitchen at home is not useable in its current condition.

At the café later on -  have a cup of coffee and a croissant. The Argentine walks into the café, chat for a while. The brother telephones, there is another new deal to collect his stepson and to bring him on up to Würzburg on Thursday. All of these things are so complicated. At the end of the day the camera will probably be forgotten. And after that, chat with the argentine.