no polite greeting

 The pain in the back became apparent on the first attempt to leave the bed. Not really in the back, it is far down, almost in the hips. Last night it stung for the first time after helping the saxophone player move a few tables. The saxophone player is an older man, he has certain infirmities. But the pain led to a bad frame of mind in the night before.

Now it is making walking uncomfortable.

At ten there will be an invitation to a late breakfast at the ceramicist artist couple. Take the car up there, park in the usual place. Punctuality is important. It is a strange meal in the artists workshop, one of the other guests wanted it that way. There is as much talk as there ever is.

Interest is expressed in the old seaman's chest downstairs. The item is in a sorry state, but who cares if they want to restore it. Perhaps they will come to look in the next few days.

The pain in the back makes walking unpleasant now, but continue to walk or it will never get better. Check the oil in the car. The oil in the car is exactly right according to the dipstick. Wipe the dipstick with a tissue, and wipe the hands with another. Put both used tissues into a roadside waste bin.

Buy food for the cat at the grocery store, and a loaf of bread and some cheese. Get some shaving foam at the drugstore, then go home.

There will not be much to do today, but perhaps there will be some other encounter.

Maybe later, who knows.

Meet the wife on her way to work. She is silent, as always. She replies to no polite greeting.