the compressor fell to the floor last night and did not work any more. A night of interrupted sleep has left it's mark. Sore neck, creaking vertebrae, and silence.
Get up, go to the bathroom, no shower today. Why?
There is nothing really there to wake up for.
Get the grey machine, the American apple, made in China. The wife is asleep still, be silent! Go to the main room's table. Open the machine and place the hands on the keyboard.
And
and
+
¡nada!
less than that:
¡!
Listen, there is the sound of the sons laughter, knock on his door, look in, good morning. He is looking at youtube on his tube, or rather flat screen led thing.
Slowly slowly consciousness arrives. No forced wakening with alarms and showers, just relax, it is sunday.
Sunday.
Make a pot of coffee, freshly ground Espresso, a full pot. A test for a strong heart. And the cat, wanting feed, so feed it, put the food on its dirty plate. Cannot be bothered. The cat is happy and purrs as it is eating. That produces a strange gargling sound. Once the coffee has been made move on with the favourite big Apilco mug in hand, return to the machine.
The neighbours are all up. I can see that their lights are on across the street in the yellow house.
And the son has dictated that there is to be a family breakfast at the big table, the three of us and the cat. So move to the little bureau at the side of the room.
Sit down and put the hands on the keyboard
the compressor fell to the floor last night and did not work any more. A night of interrupted sleep has left it's mark. Sore neck, creaking vertebrae,
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