tomorrow

 An extremely quiet Sunday, there is no wish to move much. It is not only quiet, but it is cold. It is a day to stay inside, comfortable with the heating system in the old house. There is a sense of frustration, there is nothing important that needs to be done, the studio will be blocked until after Christmas. Perhaps it will be possible to start work again after Christmas Day. Maybe even on Christmas Eve, there are no family things to be done this year, unless it is for the pleasure of the son. So it would be possible to start work on the artists wooden works, the big ones, and to get the job finished. Things have gone on too long now.

In the early afternoon take a walk around the town. It is quiet, even around the Christmas market is quiet. Maybe people are just feeling the cold.

There is also the strange thing that the only people spoken too were in the café, once to place the order, and then to ask whether a seat was free at the table.

That was all before four.

Whatever happens after four this morning will be written about tomorrow.