I got up early, or at least it felt early, though it no longer is.
Yesterday I spent my late hours hunting for an ETH address compatible with the Prana thing, and I never got to the link edition or the Tropsehm condensation.
Still, I was out in the garden right after the fourth alarm.
I raked the leaves from the pavement gutter and the front garden into three small bales, then turned to the compost corner, which was filling up fast.
I wanted to weave the Bambusse’s leaf stalks into its sides to stretch the filling height up to the top of the cage poles.
Since the bamboo leans far over the fence, I tried cutting it from the neighbors’ side, but that took so much strength that I only took a part.
I wove two sides of the cage up to full height and began on the third.
Then I was soaked in sweat, hungry, and the drizzle was getting serious, and it was time to post the first film snack.
At dusk I took the dog into the beach forest, up to the shrine, where the guardian statue’s head had vanished.
By flashlight I found nothing, so I fished a new head stone from the nearby stream.
It was much too small, and I can’t even be sure the first one was the same stone.
Still, wandering in the dark forest was lovely, and the dog’s nose finds the way anyway, down the bumpy stairs to the fjord path.
The water was rushing nicely, and the dog enjoyed some off-leash time at the dog beach while the cool wind blew around my nose.
At the discounter I picked up whipped cream for the cake waiting at home and the shrimp I’d missed on Friday.
Waking so early left me unsure later whether I’d taken my pills.
All days are starting to resemble each other so much that it becomes possible not to know, yet I keep feeling more like putting my thoughts into words with the new technology tools.

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