A day of recovering from last night’s festivity. Up at nine, bought some rolls and took them with me to work. Had my breakfast there, then fell asleep on a couch for some quarter of an hour. Made it back and straight to bed, resting to satisfy my system. Call from the girlfriend, near 16. Good to hear from her. ~~~ Friday; signed the contract to the sale of the apartment. Committed myself to three months, as opposed to the usual half year; a good deal, I thought. Then made it Downtown, met up with Bo at the Scale, found a bar and sat down for a drink and a talk. Of his plans to shift his residence to Milo, imminantly. But another in a list of advantages of the move of my own. Can’t see any problems, any which way I look about it, it seems the best of two worlds. Decided on that conclusion and treated ourselves to a night on the town. Busy capital on Culture Night, where everything stays open till late and all have a million things they must hurry to see. Took some ten hours for us to get from Axeltorv to Nyhavn, but worth was the while, no question about that. Dug up a few celebrated moments and reaffirmed their merit over a laugh and a drink. Good company, as will always seem the case when two men find agreement in many same subjects and have even a handful or two memories to share. Walked back and exchanged goodbyes from whence we came, Axeltorv. Rode back through a near empty four o’clock city. For some reason or the other found it in my mind to stop by the fountain in the Faelledparken. Committed the scene to memory, the water shooting some twenty feet in the air, the backdrop the glow of the city. Solemn picture. Very quiet, very atmospheric. ~~~ Tomorrow Sunday. Will be back at work, trust I’ll find a more productive day, now this body has had time to recover from last night’s escapades. Am hoping for a quiet day.