eight

no wish today but to sleep on and on. Hear the wake up alarms, the son is up early, outside there is no sun worth speaking of. 

Cinzo. grey. grau.

He is off on a walk today, so give him money to go to the bakers to get some rolls.

organised today.

And breathless, it would be better to remain in bed. 

Make coffee, use the big Bialettin coffee maker. Take the yellow pill, as according to the doctors orders. Put cream on the nose, stop the infection. As the doctor ordered.

But really, a rest on a beach, or on a hill with a view, would be good.

But there are no beaches or mountains here.

The coffee is made, the eggs are boiling, the wife is up, there is nothing to say against breakfast now.

Sunday family breakfast, ten minutes regularity in all of this chaos.

But the weather is still grey and sombre,

 At half past eight.