The living room needs cleaning.

as if there were a belt around the chest, take in breath, slight pain.
Bom Dia!
this is strange, sore back, tight chest. It all waits for the weekend, perhaps this is an indication of something.
Good Morning: Maybe another year of learning will let me understand some Portuguese, but until then – snippets of language.

Get up, dress to go – in weekend clothing, informal hoodie.

Keep moving until the back pains go, until the chest pains go, make coffee, tidy up the kitchen just a bit. The son is talking to his friends using his computers, explaining things, talking away, happy as Larry as people used to say.
He barely has time to say good Morning, he is so busy. Nerd, as the americans would say.
The wife remains in bed a while longer.
It is weekend, and there is not a lot happening.
Yet.

Fill the dishwasher, put in the detergent, and press the appropriate buttons. And the tinnitus on the right hand side of the head is enough to drive anyone crazy, a constant hiss from some kind of ether, a hiss that does not exist, a signal disturbance.
The son opens the door to his room, and the sound of the ventilator on his old computer joins the tinnitus' hiss.
And the wife is off to the Saturday flea market.

The living room needs cleaning.