Taking time to read and write can not be justified anymore.

  Sat,Dec 5

        Awaken, grey zone where acuity should be. Fear of my own confrontation with other people's chores. The disastrous state of the flat, who is going to do this work? Who who who? Fee Fifo firm.

The son is up, a spread of schoolbooks covers every available space in the sitting room. Then he rushes off.

To choir practice. Choir is a good thing. He is gone, chaos remains.

The wife is in bed, sleeping longer. There is no structure to this day.

This is not working, what is wrong? There are so many things lying around, why are they there?  There is no space, no peace. The daily train journey is now missed, it was a time of isolation. That was pleasant. A time that was reserved for reading and writing, observing. This time is no more, with all the housework to be done.

Taking time to read and write can not be justified anymore.

The money to pay for household help is not available, there is no help for the wicked.

The son returns from choir, and complains that his books have not been found..

He is told that he must find them himself, now. Let him learn.