the last saturday of the first month
the cat! the cat awakens.
crying from the bunk bed
scared of the dark,will not jump.
no base jumping for cats.
help it down,
feed it, sleep some more.
son rose , at the blasted computer!
looking up blogs on dead dos.
Make coffee, the big dirty bialetti.
wife rises, at the sound of made coffee
Saturday.
son cuddles in bed, warms up.
sun rose invisible, Gaussian grey.
drink my coffee take my tablet
Son practices piano.
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