After last nights late session in the artist's studio, talking about art and woodwork, pride and prejudice and watching him start a new work on a large heavy piece of wood. This is a figure again, a figure borrowed from a comic book.
The morning started well, all the necessary things were done, even though it was late. The cat called for attention in the morning, but all she really wanted was food. She received a small blob of food on the plate that is now hers. She ate this in its entirety. It seems a mistake to provide the animal with too much food, the stomach can not absorb the quantities that the cats mind is comfortable with. What sort of a mind do cats have anyhow?
Upstairs in the small bedroom put all four of the pills into the hand and take them down to take them with a large glass of water. This prevents them from being stuck in the throat. This has happened repeatedly now, and it is unpleasant.
Lie down for half an hour, and then get up and go to the photographer's meeting. As always, there are only two photographers there, the rest are just a crowd of arty farts. Drink a cup of coffee, stay for half an hour, and leave.
And now it is nearly half past two in the early afternoon.
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