'what a happy afternoon it has been'

 the day before yesterday 

horsemouth walked about 5.2 miles. 

he walked down to the bus stop (0.5 miles), got the buses to the forge filling station and then walked back along the backroads 3.7 miles. later he wandered down to the village hall with his mum (0.5 miles each way).  they called in at the abbey on their way back. 

 yesterday

he dug over the garden a little and picked some apples from a radiantly overburdened tree up on the banking. most of the apple trees are getting old and not yielding much.  he refilled the water trough on the top banking. he watered the garden and did a little weeding. 

not only is it the harvest moon it is also some kind of super moon (it is closer and so appears bigger) and (at some point in the dark hours) there was a partial eclipse.  

horsemouth was intrigued by the empty tarot card the magician -  in this one the magician himself has been removed and that enables you to see what the magician is working with on the table, a cup, a sword, a wand, a pentacle - in other words all the stuff of life. lillies and roses grow around him (or would if he were there). horsemouth likes to believe these are runner bean flowers and perhaps the flowers on pepper plants.  

there are markings upon the table (these horsemouth had never noticed before). 

brod tells us nothing about what kafka is up to. in 1870 for kilvert it is a sunday. in 1871 it is a monday and he is in love 'what a happy afternoon it has been' (his hopes will be dashed). he will seem to make a speedy recovery. 

it's a greyish morning (sun the afternoon and evening). elsewhere sun all day (bastards).