misread the clock and the date

 and now it is ten to one and so yesterdays post was forgotten. 

The day spent doing things so eminently forgetful that there is no cause to remember them any more.

Met the Argentine. He is still hankering after some woman, any woman, the main thing is that he feels that he needs sex. At seventy seven his options are limited, but he does not see that as a problem. He talks about relationships, but in the end it just comes down to sex. The internet will be his ruin.

Spend the evening until midnight sharpening blades in the artist's studio. It is a strange hobby, but there is a beauty having a device that is out of service and severely used sharpened and polished so that it has a worthwhile function again.

And now it is time for bed,

now the first post of the fourteenth