This is silly.

The cat calls at night, locked into the corridor. Let her in, purrr, a sound with at least three letter Rs at the end.
But the silly animal continues to make noises in the bedroom, so the wife picks her up and throws her out again.
so it goes.

Fall asleep again, why stay awake. The cat starts to cry again, distantly, from behind the glass to the corridor.

so it goes.


Later, awake in the light, the Sunday morning light. It is peaceful, quiet.
Go to the bathroom, look at the orchid.
It has lost a flower, it just dropped off.

Then get dressed, out into the chaotic kitchen
put a few things away, load the dishwasher, tell the son to clean his plate from last night.
No no no no no he is not interested.
Now this is not a matter of interest, does he expect the plate to clean itself? Or does he expect it to be cleaned by somebody else? Or what?
Should we throw it away because it is dirty?
No.

This is silly.
The workspace has been sufficiently cleared now to get at the things needed for the coffee.
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The son clears out the kitchen oven.
And puts on a sunday breakfast cake, an appelstrudel, to be ready in twenty minutes.
And then we continue to tidy up his room,

misery, this is not going to get anywhere soon