The cat is in the window purring boredly to itself. It is looking out at the street, a street with no life in it yet, now on a Sunday morning.  The sun is shining, outside.

There is a loud beeping noise from some electronic source, it is a telephone handset wihich is not seated properly in it's cradle. It is beeping because it is not being charged. Then see that the son has disconnected it to use the wall socket for one of his computers.

Years ago there was just a radio and a telephone

Now there are electronic gadgets everywhere, small, automatic, almost with a life of their own. Staislav Lem's stories are turning to reality.
The coffee is making, and the day may start soon.

But there is no joy in writing this today

The son is awake now, yawning  and stretching.

All is barely awake

no focus.