things that happen on Saturday, Saturday is the day that those who work do not work, but try to do the things that they could not do whilst they were working. There is a message from the gallery, there will be no meeting today. So much for that, this will leave more time to do other things.
The two artists call and ask for the preparations for the exhibition. Nothing to do there yet, but it must be done quickly. Look over the backups on the computer, and find nothing. Then slowly start to find things, it is all chaotic. It is hard to find things that have not been catalogued. There is no catalogue of the personal work, it is everybody else's work that has been catalogued.
It is now one o'clock and a little has been done. The whole body is a mass of aches and pains after the exertions of the past week. There is the sound of the siren of a fire engine outside, and otherwise it is a fine day.
There is the show to be made at Hörlkam, there is the show of the Jazz musicians to be made in the Hahn, the lokale otherwise known as the pub.
And there is the big show to be made together with the sculptor. That is in the future yet.
And the pictures for the exhibition have not been found yet.
There are more sirens outside, vanishing slowly into the distance.
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