tunnel

The cat,awake,hear her from behind the breathing mask. The right ear sounds as if it is host to steady hiss, but who knows? It may st be a mental condition. Help is not forthcoming, no one knows the cause, and nobody seems to think that it is important.

The living room is a sad mess, a disastrous untidiness. This will all be cleaned up in time for the young piano teacher, or the next visit by the wifes parents.
But only then.
The rest has just gone on strike.

look at the details. The mothers drawing on the wall. The tow souters. The clock hanging there, an aged thing, still doing it`s best to tell the time, and by and large, not doing such a bad job.
Details, items, dust.
Things left lying about, forgotten, not tidied away.

This is so far from overdone tidiness. It is a deplorable,

mess.

Nobody remembered to buy cat food.
The cat is complaining, Sunday morning.

Ugh.

And the weather is revolting.

Perhaps a holiday would be good.
There will be a holiday at easter.
With the son
at the brothers
In Ireland.

A bright light at the end of the tunnel

Just a passing train, the tunnel will go on.