conflict

The alarm plays a tinkly melody, this will have to be changed sometime. A classical alarm clock would be better. Bad, loud and none of this tasteless twittering-

Play Wordle to calm down.

The humour is not good. Got for a shower in the morning and deliberately waste time knowing full well that others want to use the bathyroom. There is only one other, and now there is a guilty feeling for doing unto others as they do unto you. Bathyroom because you need a Bathyscaphe to explore the thing after people have showered excessively. No, that is vicious too.

Now leave all this geological nonsense and proceed on up to the artists place in the hamlet near the village near the town. The welcome is warm and friendly, there is no idea as to what is going on or why. The whole half of the day since breakfast is spent with small talk. It is hard to keep the big mouth shut.

Back home, feed the cat. It is dark already. Make a slice of toasted bread, then go ahead and eat it.

The cat vomits in the hall. Use paper kitchen towels to clear up the mess, this is a thing that possible none of the rest of the family will do. Perhaps they will wait for the thing to dry first it the hope of being able to remove it in one piece.

Write in the blog in order to calm down.

There are things to be done this evening, and they conflict.