tampering with time is an unproductive thing

The cat made nothing but persistent noises this morning. Until it was fed by this human who did not feel human at all at seven this morning. That did not prevent the cat from starting again half an hour later. Made a cup of coffee, it the hope that the brew would waken the old body. It did not. The attempt was a failure. The cat left no peace. Put her out into the corridor, and went back to bed.

Managed to get more sleep, again this business becomes apparent where sleep does not come at night the way it should, but during the day.

Organise the train ticket and see that it will be necessary to take a train to Regensburg in the early afternoon. The two ceramicists were kind enough to send an invitation to their exhibition opening today.

Talk to the son, then take the bus to the railway station. After that take the train to Regensburg, and take the short walk into the city. Regensburg is a very pretty town, there was little destruction during the second world war. Walk down to the Danube and take a look at a museum there. The show is highly overproduced, but there is very little to actually see in there. There are a lot of interactive displays, and endless timelines and other graphics.

Wander around town, go to a café and have a small bite to eat.

Go to the opening at half past six. It is very well attended. It is a tiny gallery. Enjoy a glass of wine, and a chat, and then leave after an hour.

Tiredness sets in again on the return trip to Landshut, and it is nearly dark upon arrival there. 

The tampering with time is an unproductive thing,