laziness

Blue sky and white roofing over all the houses in the town. A weather situation that the meteorologists have named Axel. It is  cold.
And it is ten in the morning. Taking it easy is all very well, but it just opens the door to laziness.

Let the cat in, she has been on the stairwell during the night. The bony little head is rubbed against the furniture, against the legs. Cats seem to need that, don't know why.

Get up
doxy, NAC, like the doctor ordered.
Coffee and a biscuit.
Good Morning.

The sound of the coffee grinder has woken up up the remainder of the family.

Apart from the cat.
That was awake, and has now found a place to sleep.

Typical of a predator.
And the christmas tree is dropping leaves, or spines, or needles-
all over the floor.

two thousand and seventeen is getting under way.