Eggs on Monday

The warmth in the room made for an early awakening, the heating feels as if it has made some kind of decision to warm things up early. It is most likely just a personal sensation, there is no reason for the heating system to change.

Make coffee and breakfast and read the news. Trump seems to want to name the world after himself. Planet Trump, that would be his real estate dream. He is like a dog, making sure all other dogs know that he is around.

Go upstairs to have a shower. For some reason it is necessary, the hot water does the back good. The  back is not as stiff as it was yesterday, walking is possible. Dress downstairs in the shop's back room, which is now a bedroom. Realise that there are no socks in the cupboard, go all the way upstairs and get a few fresh socks. 

Downstairs again realise that getting up at six is just not a good idea at all.

Lie down on the bed and sleep for another hour. This is what is called resting.

Read more news, there appears to be no good news in the world.

At one join the meeting of the artists in the local café. Just drink a cup of coffee, talk shop and leave. Go shopping for the things forgotten. There are no eggs in the shop any more, that is just too bad. Perhaps there will be eggs on Monday.