awaken.
low, hear the sound of the early risen son, at his computer, coming in talking singing.
feel low, there is no concentration any more. Try to clear up the table, then stop. Try, and nothing seems to work right.
Avoid stress, hear the hissing sound in the right hand ear climb up to a noise like a small jet engine. Move things out of the way on the kitchen sideboard, start the grinder to make up the components for the daily hot drink. Clear things up, load the dishwashing machine a bit more, start it.
Half done things lying about, half read books, things lying about that may turn out useful some day.
Useless brochures, old newspapers.
It would be hours work to tidy up this mess.
It should also be possible to return things to their place after work and not to leave the stuff around the place.
This is a mornings depression, a Sunday that is going to be wasted.
Waste and surfeit.
Surfeit, might as well be said in chinese, nobody understands the word in any local language anyway.
Surfeit, might as well be said in chinese, nobody understands the word in any local language anyway.
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