The morning was slow, almost usual now. But at least resting with the windows open and listening to the sounds of the birds is nice. The fresh air is good too. After getting up cover the bedclothes in their casings, all of these things now being thoroughly dry.
Breakfast downstairs, toast and poached eggs and perhaps too much strong coffee. It is all worth getting up for. Look over yesterdays pictures again, they are not all bad. That is satisfactory.
Read about the death of the pope. Remember with admiration that he did his work to the very end.
At midday go to the artist's studio. On the way meet the egomaniac drummer, who is concerned that nobody wants his company. This is a shame, but it is true that if you talk badly about everybody behind their backs at some stage everybody will know. It is not such a large town.
At the artists studio take pictures of ten more figures. The going is slow, it is all very troublesome.
And now it is threes minutes to ten in the evening and this is the day's end.
Look forward to sleeping with fresh covers on the bedclothes.
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