Nothing. I did absolutely nothing today. I did not want to get up in the matutinal twilight, so I stayed in bed. Then I ate what I found in the fridge. I should have read the papers they handed me as preparation for Tuesday’s procedure, but I even could not bring myself to open the folder. I am expected to fill out forms, check boxes. generally declare that I am willingly accepting whatever they want to do with me. Monsters.
On Frayday I found a letter in my postbox. I skimmed through the text, and became angry. So I decided to stuff that piece of paper back into the box, and not bring it into my room at this weekend, I would read it again and become even more agitated. All this stuff will be dealt with tomorrow.
So let us listen to a nice little foxtrot, a composition by Harry REVEL (1905-1958) (Ger., Eng.) titled Closest Love. I hope you enjoy the music. May we all come through this week unscratched.