Patientens tilstand ved stuegang kl 11:30: Klart færre smerter ved synkning, brugte kun een pakke papirlommetørklæder i løbet af natten, måtte tilgengæld vende dyne og hovedpuder 3 gange pga svedeture. Har været pillefri siden i går eftermiddags. Tager dog nok fortsat næsedråber.
Vejret er gråt, men tørt, 17 DEG C, frisk vind fra sydøst tiltagende i løbet af eftermiddagen.
Gæt tre bøger (inspireret af Plok):
[...] "Nine minutes," he said. "There's coffee." "I want to watch," the boy says. "Nothing to see." Within the bed, the rusted disk of the watch is being read and dis- assembled. Molecules are moving. In nine minutes it will rise again, bright and perfect as the day it first left its factory in Switzerland. "I want to watch," the boy says.
"You don't read novels any more?" "I do. But not as many as I used to. I don't know anything about new novels. I only like old ones, mostly from the nineteenth century. Ones I've read before." "What's wrong with new novels?" "I think I'm afraid of being disappointed. Reading trashy novels make me feel I'm wasting time. It wasn't always that way. I used to have lots of time, so even though I knew they were junk, I still felt something good would come from reading them. Now it's different. I must be getting old."
"You're divorced." "No." "You're still married." "No, he got killed." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." "Don't be." This steak was cooked just perfectly, but it needed just a little more pepper. She reached over and got the pepper shaker by the cutting board and added just a pinch to the steak, then handed the shaker to the Captain. "That was a long time ago," she said. "I never think about him."
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Og husk: Guess it, don't google it!!!