bottle

 Now it is almost twenty past eight in the evening. Last night was so late that the previous notes were posted in the early hours of the morning, there is no need to repeat such a stunt. It was easy to get up at six in the morning and to take the pills and to have a shower. Downstairs, do a bit of work and read the news. Everyone seems to be fighting for attention. Nobody seems able to solve the problems.

The day was quiet, there was much time spent assessing the needs for the printer and some time spent on the web trying to find  covers for the prints insofar as any are sold. That wasted much time.

Made a few prints to aid in visualising the output for the exhibition.

Take the old espresso machine from the kitchen where it had been rotting. Fix it  up, and work out how a certain things work, burning the fingers a bit in the process.

In town go to the drugstore to buy some decalcifying liquid. On the way  a beggar asks for a bottle of water. Buy one in the drugstore and give it to him after returning to the street.