For some unspeakable reason woke at six in the morning. Not even the cat was awake. Tried to continue sleeping, but it just would not work. The mind was a fog, the body tired and the legs felt cold. After a short while went upstairs for a shower, and watered the plants on the top floor with a small watering can. Then, downstairs again, fed the cat and made a cup of coffee. Solved the Wordle puzzle.
Then got back into bed to warm up. The legs were uncomfortably cold.
Towards the end of the morning went out and did some shopping, a small amount of food for the pantry, The cat is begging constantly. It is almost as if her demands for food are making her angry.
On returning from the shops meet the neighbour who has accepted a package from the postman. It is the postcards that were printed as a second attempt. The results are better, they have been printed using the correct icc profile. They no longer have a pronounced red cast. They are slightly darker too.
Leave the cat in the shop, basking in the early afternoon sun that is shining in through the window, and go to the artists studio.
Tidy up the photographic gear, and show the pictures to the landlord of the pub. The barkeeper is fascinated, he wants to keep a picture.
That is nice.
There is no wish to do photographic work in the gallery. It is just this strange tiredness that will not go away.
Lie down on the couch and rest for a while. Then there are people who would like a guided tour of the studio.
Why not?
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