nearly forgotten

 It is the sixth, and before the day decays take the car on short trip to an artist suppliers. There are black boxes to be bought. There and back imvolves almost the whole afternoon. Their coffee is as bad as it is expensive.

Buy the black boxes, an artists portfolio folder, and a few sheets of cardboard. It isn't much but the boxea and the portfolio are unavailable elswhhere.

Return home and find the cat howling out its demands to be fed. It is really noisy.

This morning a short message to the son resulted in a telephhonic response. 

To stop the twittering noises that one of his devices was making it was necessary to temove two plugs from the rear of the machine. It squeaked laudly and thenshit up.The son confirmed that this was in order. 

That was a mornings excitement, nearly forgotten.