seven thirty in, grey light from a grey sky lighting the window, filling the bedroom. Dim light, low contrast. The shadows in the room are grey and deep. The shadows in the head are much the same. Long, lie-in depressions, there is no time to go anywhere, there is nothing to be done.
There is a lot to do, endless amounts, but none gets done.
Take the small blue and white pill.
There is the cat on the bed. Making satified noises. Who would not want to be a cat. Do cats get bored?
Go to the living room, there are items lying around on every available surface. Items that should not be there, not in such a disarray anyway.
Kitchen, make coffee.
Think of the last week in Ireland, that was pleasant., think of the coming week here. Not so pleasant.
now to the kitchen
the kitchen a mess.
So clear away the used utensils, fill the the dishwasher, start the machine, clear the table tops.
It is horrible.
But make coffee,
a fresh cup
back to the computer in the living room.
The son has made a fire in the stove
Sunday
The son feed the cat now.
There is a lot to do, endless amounts, but none gets done.
Take the small blue and white pill.
There is the cat on the bed. Making satified noises. Who would not want to be a cat. Do cats get bored?
Go to the living room, there are items lying around on every available surface. Items that should not be there, not in such a disarray anyway.
Kitchen, make coffee.
Think of the last week in Ireland, that was pleasant., think of the coming week here. Not so pleasant.
now to the kitchen
the kitchen a mess.
So clear away the used utensils, fill the the dishwasher, start the machine, clear the table tops.
It is horrible.
But make coffee,
a fresh cup
back to the computer in the living room.
The son has made a fire in the stove
Sunday
The son feed the cat now.
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