strange

 A strange day spent speculating in the morning, trying to get things into some kind of order. Read the news, and establish that there is no great order there. Wordle has the word Bliss as its solution, that is just not fitting. Water the plants and the trees in the back yard. Then make the decision to go to the building suppliers and to buy the plain work table seen there upon the last visit to the place. Go there, get the table and get out as soon as possible. The speakers in the building are playing some nonsensical Michael Jackson melody.

Take the table home and assemble the structure. It is not great, but it will serve. A woman comes into the shop looking for the tenant before last. She is a translator and plays in a jazz band. Offer to help her out with the printing of a few pages, but it turns out that she has forgotten the thumb drive upon which the documents are stored. To bad, so sad.

Make a plate of boiled potatoes, they are still good. The package of tubers bought last week is now been consumed.

In the evening visit the artist in his studio, he is unwell. He and his companion both have a lung infection which is sapping their strength. He has still decided to go out and to do some work.

Drink a few beers in his company, and now it is one minute past midnight