An active day, up in the morning, took the pills and worked at arranging the internal rumouring in the head. Took the pills, all five. Two of them are vitamins, one has to to do with hydraulic management and two to keep the blood pressure at an acceptable level.
Wash them down with a strong cup of espresso.
Take the car to collect the cameras from the artists studio. The car is covered in reddish-brown dust, perhaps it is pollen, or perhaps there has been some building demolition going on in the neighbourhood. Drive to the car wash first. They used to supply pressure washes and brushes, now it is all rather fancy with wax and foam and stuff. Follow the instructions on the machine, and walk around the car hosing it down. The whole business costs rather more than it used to.
Then drive on to the artists studio, and find the door open. The author is playing the saxophone inside. Walk in and take the cameras out. The man does not notice a thing. Anybody could walk in and take out anything whilst he is playing.
Oh well, that is the way the things are here.
Wait and chat with him, and then leave.
Attend to the shopping on the way home.
At home, just potter about, then go to the small hardware store to buy some steel wool. It is for cleaning the wooden floor. Return home and try it out. It works, but the grade that was available in the shop was too fine.
In the afternoon return to the studio. Have a chat and eat cake. In the early afternoon the pictures for the film are made. Then there are a few things to tidy away, and then the artist and his friend give a lift home in the rain.
It is raining now, it is thirty five minutes to midnight, and all the rubbish has been taken out and left in front of the door for tomorrows collection.
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