unhappy

Saturday morning, that is today; and it did not start well. There were problems sleeping during the night, and problems waking this morning. Returning last night found the cat in front of the door. The wife had gone doing whatever she does on the weekend, and had left the cat.

The cat comes in and strolls to her plate. This is empty. That was the last thing last night, the last memory; was feeding the cat.

The morning was strange, and it was only possible to get under way at eleven. Breakfast was made then, the cat fed for the third time. Also, a shower was taken and the cat litter cleared. The shop is poorly ventilated, and it is good to empty the cat tray frequently.

At one go out to meet the people at the weekly gallery meeting. This is as interesting as always, listening to the people of various political persuasions.

Afterwards, go to the clothes store visited yesterday to buy a second pair of trousers.

The size that fits so well is out of stock now.

Return home, and find a postcard from the collector. He seems unhappy.