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Today is a day to celebrate.

I awoke, opened my eyes, I was not sick, or dead, I was alive.

I heard the garbage truck collecting garbage, heard the compactor grinding away, at 5am.

The men in those trucks had been up much earlier than me.

I had coffee, boiled in the pot like my Amerindian grandfather, drained the black water into my cup, savoured the dregs, with the bitter grains

I did not stand still, staring, lost in myself for hours.

I did not stand still, afraid to cross the threshold of my door.

I made my bed, very carefully, tight and smooth like a hospital bed

brushed teeth and wore clean shirt and trousers

applied makeup, even a cat-eye, and was very meticulous.

I left my house, checked the appliances. The weather was fine, air was fresh

Arrived at work, began to work

spoke to colleagues

performed impeccably for the next 9 hours.

Today was a success.