items, and mess, and school

it is late, the raucous sounds from the wife's clock once then five minutes later. Get up,  get dressed, find some clothing, a fresh t-shirt pants and hoodie

Yesterdays trousers will do today,oK, No need to be showy, to whom? Why?

The black dog is wagging its tail again, and hear the wife complain that the cat is locked into the sitting room. Things are abstract today. The son is up. he needs to go to school.

Clear the disgusting mess from the surface of the kitchen workspace, left over from yesterday like everyday, bits and pieces lying around, no fixed space for anything, Gather the parts needed to make a pot of coffee, dig the grinder out from behind a butter dish's lid seperated from its lower part now used as a chance receptable for empty packages.

Trash the packages, clean the lid, put it back on the butter

Horrido.

The cat is playing with its marble again, feline sort of football, no rules, sometimes pounce with great excitement, at other times, crouch and watch.

Son eats a sandwich.

And leaves for shool. His schoolbag is really heavy, big textbooks, many excercise books. Fifteen pounds, or so.

A lot of books, a lot of learning.

and now alone with an empty coffee cup and a grey apple.

Refill the coffee cup from the tangled mess.
It could be any day of the week.