cold

 It is Sunday the day of rest. Get up early, feed the cat, empty the cat tray. Make coffee, there are no eggs left for breakfast. That is too bad.

Go to the car. The car starts without any difficulties, but it gives an insecure feeling. The weather is icy and the pavements are slippery. Drive slowly to the meeting place in front of an old electronics factory, now an enterprise that provides analytical and laboratory services for agricultural requirements. Arrive ten minutes early, walk up and down and watch the crows flap about and search a recently mown field for edible things.

The bandleader shows up at ten and we go upstairs. It is a building built in the nineties, and has changed hands many times. There is a room that the big band may use to practise and to rehearse in, and they want pictures of themselves with their instruments. This will all take place in a weeks time, and will be in a big hurry. Not a great job, but its part of the job.

On the way back go to the artists studio. There must have been a party last night, the place is in disorder.

Take a rest and take a cup of coffee.

Then return home to the greedy cat. 

Play jazz on the radio, watch the cat appear to listen to the music

It is all so tiring and it is unpleasantly cold outside.