it is now two minutes to two in the morning and the day went like a strange dream. Most to the time was spent editing the many pictures taken at the jazz concert yesterday evening. There are many, and they want them in a hurry and the situation there was difficult because of the lighting.
In the afternoon there was a visit from the son, and in the evening went to the artists studio. It is pleasant there and it is possible to talk about things without too much bother.. Spent some time trying to work out why a spokeshave would no longer work. The problem was that one of the threaded bars for adjusting the device had come loose, and the small tool readjusted itself constantly.
But the day was rough, with feelings of tiredness and diffuse pain in the chest.
And this blog, these notes, were entiirely forgotten.
Now it is time for bed, let us hope sleep comes swiftly and is deep.
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