red dot

 The dreariness of daily loneliness. The day started late, as yesterday ended late. There were discussions with the artist, and it was late. The walk home was pleasant enough. And it was early, a late walk in October.

Awakening was strange, The new alarm clock started to make noise at seven, it was strange to try to find the buttons to stop the steady beeping. After setting it to snooze once found the small rearward button that shut the device up.

It is now six in the evening, and the temperature is eighteen point two degrees centigrade. And the moon is no longer new. That is all the information that the clock provides. The potatoes are boiling for an evening meal, something has to be done to keep the body and the soul together.

The questionnaire from the lawyer arrived in the email today. It is all about the reduction of a marriage to figures and dates. These are things that a lawyer may deal with, no more. That is a good thing, all other things are emotional and subject to changes and falsehood.

The day was spent walking a bit. With alarm note that the feet seem to be shrinking or the shoes are growing. Every small change in the circumstances is now a cause for alarm. Avoid going to the café. this would just be another expense. Check up on the position of the car, and note with some satisfaction that the temporary parking prohibited zone starts just after the car. There is no need to move it.

It is a day that is dreary. At the gallery receive the surprise notice that the picture of the bassist has been sold. That is very strange news. The red dot had been invisible.

The woman in the gallery has hurt her foot on the cobbles in the old town. It will be a few days before she recovers.

Spend time vacuum cleaning the dust on the floor in the shop.

And now the potatoes are finished, all boiled.