Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Wednesday,vertical infinity

not quite light yet on a foggy hazy day. Undo the mask, read the display. The display says that sleep was good, get up, shave.
One time razor is scratchy, but there are no cuts today.
Dress, say good morning to the son in his bed, his red hair showing from under the bedclothes. Sleepy head.
The kitchen, cannot find the coffee. Irish kitchen, not my kitchen.
Read all the mail, the spam mail, the facebook mail, similar rubbish.

Son enters the kitchen, visits the his cousin in the next room. The little cousin has been up for a long time, spent playing on some small electronic machine.

And then he makes up ahuge bowl of cereal, sugary cereal with milk.
Cereal killer.

Now the morning has gone all grey.

Irish weather.

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