the wife's animal

 Psycho problems are not to be talked about until it is too late and there is no other explanation for what happened. Whatever it was, it was and whatever is to be done about it is in the future. There is no winning now.

Miserable morning stuck in the beauty of a bedroom with a view of the heights of the Isar valley over the rooftops. Nothing is beautiful when stuck in misery. The wife in the pub last night, and there is the realisation that this state will not go on for ever. But it will go on too long. The friends all sympathetic but their lack of knowledge of the situation's details leave them in the dark. The needed help will not come from there.

The work for the exhibition is complete and now the preparations are under way for the next one, the one in the pub. There has to be a way to pay for a sensible mounting of the pictures so that the curved surface of the unmounted paper does not catch the glare of the lights and reflect into the eyes of the viewer.

The cat buts her head against the legs and then the chairs legs. This serves to remind that it will be necessary to buy cat food tomorrow or the wife's animal will go hungry.