Things went bump in the night once more, it was actually early in the morning around about half past five in the morning. The wife must have hit the floor hard for the early shift wherever she works. Get up and make a milk and butteries breakfast, complying with the doctors orders. The stitches are due to come out on the twenty-third of December.
The morning was spent chasing dust bunnies with the vacuum cleaner. This is no sport really, but it needs to be done. All the woollen things were washed and hung up to dry.
It is strange how the removal of a tooth leaves a residue of tiredness. Yesterday, took a walk over to the studio and sharpened a few chisels. Sharpening chisels has something meditative about it, they are now as sharp as razors. Test them on the hairs growing on the arm, the hairs are gone. A pimple is removed too, and it bleeds profusely. There are only napkins in the studio, left over from the last party.
Go home, but once at home realise that the telephone has been left behind. Return to pick it up, and before going home, have a drink in the pub first.
The pub was full of Bavarian youths shouting at each other. The reason for this is not clear, it is as if they do not realise that they are very loud indeed.
Walk down to the shops in the early afternoon, but forget to buy eggs.
At home, take a rest, it is comfortably warm. The depressions have a strong grip on the daily run of things, and the cold of winter is just unpleasant.
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