It is fifty-nine minutes past midnight, and now the bell tolls once. The day was long and a bit deathly deadly, a visit to the studio to fix a few things up and then a long stay at home. There is a note from the wife advising that she will be gone for three days, and please to feed the cat. Upstairs, discover that there is no cat food left except tor the opened can of same in the fridge.
Later today it will be necessary to buy cat food.
Today is done, it was an enteresting evening in the studio. It will be necessary to return to the own work at some stage soon.
At some other time, later today. Yesterday, the subject of this post, died an hour ago.
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