The cat is a persistent beggar and complainer. She keeps the pressure up until she gets more of what she wants. It is an unclear addiction, for she is the opposite of thin. The day drags a bit, take the camera bags to the artists studio, meet the author there. He is practicing on his saxophone, he gets the tones right. The tones seem to be his principal concern.
He plays the prisoners choir on the mouth organ too, with lots of vibrato.
Return the car, find that the parking spot is now gone. After some searching, find a vacant spot nearby. Have a short conversation with a traffic warden. She gives assurance that the spot is legal.
Back at home feed the cat. An order comes from the brother, he wants pictures taken over nineteen years ago. It is surprisingly easy to find the pictures. It is also noticeable that the technical quality of the digital cameras then was not nearly as good as it is today.
Spend a lot of time listening to the radio. The tiredness will not let go. The weather is now warmer, but the cold feeling will not let go. It is disturbing.
Now it is evening.
A trip to the studio is in order, to set up the next pictures.
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