Eve'

awake to the alarm sound of the wife`s clock. She turns it off and continues to sleep.
Go to the bathroom, have a shower, awaken.
It is about seven thirty, it is Christmas eve and it is really depressing.
In the kitchen there is a strange light, go in there and see that it is from the refrigerator. The cat has finally succeeded in opening the door to what it probably sees as the Holy Grail for soulless cats.
She has demolished two packages of sausages, biting through the plastic cover.

Clean up the mess, put away the tainted food.
Go to the living room, turn on the computer

Check the news, see if the american canary has been twittering lately.
Like a miners canary. As long as it twitters everything is in order.

No news.

It is dark, but as time goes on the sound of traffic increases, cars moving past outside.
The son is up, the lights go on in the room.
Turn them off again.
The dark is relaxing, the steady ticking of the clock
A bit too fast.

Christmas will be done by Tuesday.