sleep was a joy

 Sleep was a joy last night, it was almost strange to waken again. It was dark outside this morning, much like every morning at this time of year. Later on it was foggy too. Stay at home and try to organise small things, somehow the body is cold and unhappy. This icy weather will not get better.

There was a long peal on the telephone this morning, and let it ring on until it stops. It will be for the wife, so why interfere?

Take a really short walk about town today, and buy a new watch strap, for the old one is falling apart. The jeweller is friendly, and he cleans the exterior of the watch so that it looks much like new. All the patina is gone, but it will be back.

Have a cup of coffee and a roll. It is probable that the sniffing and sneezing is the sign of some infection, it is unpleasant. The coffee tastes of nothing in particular, it is not really at all good.

The evening task is to make a table of the pictures. Take the computer to the artists studio and compare each file to each sculpture and note the number and the fitting file number. There are fifty of the tiny pieces, and superficially some are similar. A tag with a number is the solution. The names of the picture files are then put into the same Numbers file and that is it. Now the searches should be easier, and there will be less handling of the pieces.

There is time for a quick drink in the pub this evening.