A small desk, a tiny buereau, in the corner of the bedroom. A laptop, a cup of coffee. It is weekend again, the terror that is work is over, and the family obligations return.
The son is dismantling yet another computer, frustrated at the device's constructors lack of regard for his needs.
The wife is off, shopping, off on her own mission.
A small bureau, a computer, and it is late.
late lazy.
A rest in bed
A long rest
Let us look at the work of the day.
The cat is sitting on a corner of the table and staring.
Do cats think? or has it just gone inert? Cat plots, plans?
There will never be a way to tell.
useless thoughts
The son is dismantling yet another computer, frustrated at the device's constructors lack of regard for his needs.
The wife is off, shopping, off on her own mission.
A small bureau, a computer, and it is late.
late lazy.
A rest in bed
A long rest
Let us look at the work of the day.
The cat is sitting on a corner of the table and staring.
Do cats think? or has it just gone inert? Cat plots, plans?
There will never be a way to tell.
useless thoughts
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