it is just not that kind of a day

The arm brace and the drink taken last night caused the strangest nightmares, strange and now elusive, as dreams are. The wife's alarm dock awakens, but does not wake her A nasty hissing noise, like that of an untuned radio. It is in fact an untuned radio, built into that alarm clock. In fact a' Radiowecker". These started to be popular in Germany at about the same time as the "teas made" devices in England. The one delivered music, or hissing noises and the other  PG--Tipps or some such drink. Son is up, getting ready for school. Arguing about school books and shoelaces, and then he is gone, off on his short journey to school, a pleasant walk in the morning. And so exchange a few words, and then make the mornings coffee, and think about the things that need to be done during the rest of the day.  Last night's entertainment leave a heavy head today, a sore head. And the men at the road works down the street with their machines beating down the sand that they had filled into the holes dug last week to a well- compacted mass, ready to take up the asphalt covering planned, these men are doing their part to dist­urb the morning, Somehow, the living room is a mess again. This is turning obsessive, why? There are not many items there, but they are in disorder And there are no real thoughts here to be collected,  it is just not that kind of a day. Hear the neighbours children, too young for school, complain as their parents pack them into the back seat of their black car.