Wake up, there is nothing wrong. Have a shower, and on the way to the upstairs bathroom see that the cat has been locked into the upstairs flat. She shares a disgusted glance and rushes downstairs to the shop, probably to see if there is any food there. Have a shower, and go back downstairs.
Eat breakfast, get dressed, feed the cat. The correct order is different, but these things were done. Read the news.
Overcome by tiredness, lie down again. The weather outside is very nice, but that is immaterial.
The brother is on the phone, we talk for an hour. He is well, his work is progressing. Do not talk of all these personal illnesses, these are not his.
Early afternoon go for a walk. It is no fun, moving quickly is difficult, distances seem much greater. Take a circuitous route to the studio, look inside, and find it depressing. Stay outside in the beer garden and finish a cup of coffee. Eventually, everything just hurts too much, walk home. The walk is the longest taken in a long time.
Feed the complaining cat, and lie down.
Wake in the evening, everything is sore, and the cat complains again
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