Break

Early afternoon in my favourite café. Slowly sipping my coffee. Four hours of lifetime ahead of me where I can do want I want and do what I should. I head for the library, a quiet place, a good place to fight with words and fight with their meaning. Nearly four hours of uninterrupted meditation on text and syntax. Time is up much too soon. I have to go back to my ailing mother, to comfort her and help her to endure just a little bit longer. So much to do, so little time.

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