Slept well again, and wonder what the reason could be. The cat is down in the shop, and seems content. The reason for this is that the wife is away for the weekend, it does not matter were. But the pressure in the house is just not as great. It is pleasant to feel alone. This is true, but being able to sleep better because of this does not make sense.
The cat will have to go upstairs tonight. There are no cat doors in the shop, and a cat litter in the shop is just not doable. It is a shame that cats cannot use flush toilets.
Spent more time in the hardware store, bought a few small items for the work in the artist's studio. Wandered around the supermarket in that neighbourhood, but indeed up buying no more than two bags of Swedish type crisp bread. The atmosphere in the shop was unpleasant.
Earlier in the afternoon met up with the arty group at the gallery. It was the usual meeting, old people talking about health and politics.
The early and the late evening can be spent at home. There is no great wish to go to the pub any more, it is just too noisy.
Listen to the radio instead.
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