The project making pictures of the tiny wooden sculptures is progressing, the work is difficult and could use more precision on the side of the equipment than the equipment was built for. It is very good equipment, but it is always possible to go one better at immense cost.
Awoke early today, something in the sleep was broken, but things seem to be all right now, just before nine in the morning. It is a bright cloudy day outside, the light of the sun forcing its yellowish way through the pale grey clouds. There will be time to go to the shops to get the groceries necessary for breakfast. It will be pleasant to take a walk through the town.
The wife is still in her bed, that is downstairs beside the kitchen. Her snores could be heard through the open door.
For some reason, the cat is disgruntled.
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It is later now, it is a quarter to eleven, and the sun has hidden behind the grey of the sky. The shopping has been done, there was little enough on the list. The main thing was bread, and the other things acquired were staples to fill the bag and to make the trip feel worth while.
There was the sound of a router working on some piece of wood from a building that is being renovated. It is a sound like an amplified saxophone. But it never changes its frequency, as any self-respecting saxophone player would.
The cat has gone off somewhere, there is no way at all to tell its state of mind.
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