Awakening in the morning was difficult, mainly for the above reason.
Got water and watered the plants.
Took the pills and got dressed.
Went downstairs, and made a cup of coffee. This was the last of the coffee, it will be necessary to get some more soon.
Go outside, and arrive too early for the Saturday midday meeting at the gallery. Go on to the coffee supply shop at the other end of the main street and buy a pound of coffee. The woman behind the counter there takes the time to point out that coffee is twenty percent cheaper today. She asks whether it would be sensible to buy more to maximise on the saving? Decline, as there would be no saving really, as the coffee ages after being ground. The various etheric substances evaporate.
The artistic crowd are all at the gallery now, join them. They are all arranging a tour to Austria. There is no wish to join them, but listen anyway. They are all quite humour-full, as always. Drink a cup of coffee. Chat.
At home again make a large dish of spaghetti with sauce.
Lie down to digest this.
And now sleep comes, and it is welcome.
In the evening the son looks by, and explains his new mobile 'phone, a machine that he got somewhere and is now ten years old.
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