a second cup for those of lesser faith

awaken with the light from the window, the light of day. A long long rest after last nights early repair to bed, now the fuzziness from the land of Nod is in the head, Hypnos still holding on to what he can,  drowsy. The bed is warm and pleasant, but sleep has ended.

Get up, bathroom.
The white orchid is wrinkled slightly, the petals are not smooth. What is that a sign of?

Return and put on a trousers and a pullover, the morning is cool, the sky is grey. The kitchen next, the coffee grinder, the machine. The blue rosette of the gas flame heats the italian coffee machine, and meanwhile get the silver machine with it's white apple. Sit and look at the nights news.
And then the machine rumbles, the coffee is made.
return with a cup, sit down and type

this

into the machine.
The son is up, watching inane cartoons about penguins.
But he is watching them in English now, the excuse being that this will help him underatand the language better. He is to have a major test in English tomorrow.

Drink the coffee, listen to the chuch bells sounding outside.

Sunday,


and now the eight fifty five bell, calling the faithful to Mass.

and a second cup for those of lesser faith.