Listening in the morning to the classical radio. The door to the street is open to let in the fresh air that otherwise would have been locked out behind the soundproof glass door. The music is religious in nature, it being Sunday. After the news, a Bach cantata.
There was a telephone call last night apologising for the strange day yesterday. Drink the coffee that had been bought yesterday. The coffee is meant to have a Viennese flavour, well, perhaps it does.
The cat was fed this morning. it has stopped being friendly and is now probably digesting somewhere. The wife is off, hopefully enjoying herself. It is strange to be alone in the house. There is a pleasant peaceful feeling.
The blood pressure was elevated this morning. It is hard to believe that such a thing is a harbinger of future disaster, it is a thing that seems beyond personal control. Yesterdays failure of the delivery service to deliver the new blood pressure meter was another event that helped to paint yesterday a darker shade of grey.
Today is still young, It has some hours of future left.
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