Decanter 17,2015
the sons concert last night, rather the big school concert, along with the city-wide power outage yesterday, the necessity of going out to eat, confusion: last night was difficult, sleep destroyed and early wakening impossible. The son is off to school, early and fast. His father is still three quarters asleep. And when he has gone to sleep, falls back to sleep completely.An interlude of dreams. get up make coffee, prepare this notebook for the day. The lack of routine has left a lack of time for this work. As one thing will lead to the next., a cascade that leads to an ended day.get up, `n fed the cat, drink coffee, put the books in place, read the messages, make up a cup for the wife. Feed the cat another bit •
And prepare the sample's for the doctor's laboratory, today, tomorrow and the day thereafter. Discreet little envelopes, with discreet little cutouts for those evil little smelly samples that will show blood in the bowels, a situation requiring attention if found. So it is with tests, and the unsavoury examination of the body's waste products.
And now that the son's grandparents have been and gone, the sitting room is reverting to it's habitual order, shoes lying about, stickily empty cups of coffee on the table, school books lying around in disorder, or on the floor, some on the table, disorder, disorder.A scream of frustration from one who cannot cope with this much longer.
the sons concert last night, rather the big school concert, along with the city-wide power outage yesterday, the necessity of going out to eat, confusion: last night was difficult, sleep destroyed and early wakening impossible. The son is off to school, early and fast. His father is still three quarters asleep. And when he has gone to sleep, falls back to sleep completely.An interlude of dreams. get up make coffee, prepare this notebook for the day. The lack of routine has left a lack of time for this work. As one thing will lead to the next., a cascade that leads to an ended day.get up, `n fed the cat, drink coffee, put the books in place, read the messages, make up a cup for the wife. Feed the cat another bit •
And prepare the sample's for the doctor's laboratory, today, tomorrow and the day thereafter. Discreet little envelopes, with discreet little cutouts for those evil little smelly samples that will show blood in the bowels, a situation requiring attention if found. So it is with tests, and the unsavoury examination of the body's waste products.
And now that the son's grandparents have been and gone, the sitting room is reverting to it's habitual order, shoes lying about, stickily empty cups of coffee on the table, school books lying around in disorder, or on the floor, some on the table, disorder, disorder.A scream of frustration from one who cannot cope with this much longer.
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