postholiday homecoming Saturday.

sleep after eleven hours at the wheel yesterday was unamazingly sound, woke at seven, the cat having survived temporary abandonment wants food and makes noises to that effect. Feed el gato Zelda , le petit chat noir, as they would say, and return to bed. It is nine. Wash teeth brush hair.

It is a lovely day today, the weather is as warm and clear as in France. Such weather over all Europe. 

Warm spring

Son up, starts to make coffee. Listen.

he is too young to really drink it, he likes to make it though.

Does it well.

Tomorrow is Sunday, last day of freedom.