The inactive day yesterday ended simply by going to bed. Ten minutes later the artist was on the telephone, he wanted company in the studio. Being to tired to really move, said that it would not do today. He had a problem with one of his ex students, and wanted to talk about it. All very interesting, but exhaustion had set in. Last night, there would be no assisting in the studio.
Woke up really early, the cat was outside making a fuss. It is half past five in the morning, and she is hungry. Go into the kitchen and give her a bite to eat. Make a cup of coffee, and bring it into the back room were the computer is now, and read the news and solve the Wordle until exhaustion sets in. Then lie down and sleep until nine.
Get up, and feed the cat again. She has her feeding times, they are generally in the morning. Go to the shops for more coffee, and a few other bits and pieces.
Return, and pack the things away.
There is a knock on the door of the shop, it is the postman. He has a package for the son, it will not fit into the letter box.
The day is grey and cold.
There is no great wish to go walking.
We shall see what the evening arrives with.
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