days away from work now

The cat is in the window, on the window ledge, looking out at the cold alley. The cat is bored now, the mornings excitement is over.
The son has left for school, he dressed himself, he made up his slice of bread and ham for the first break from class, he gathered his bags and his books.
All the while the cat played, crawling into bags, throwing the caps of ballpoint pens around the room.

In the kitchen, fill up the coffee maker with ground coffee from the grinder, put it on the stove and let the stove hiss.
Bathroom, brush the teeth.
After all the dusty work on the old walls of the house yesterday, there was a warm shower yesterday.
There is no need for one today.
Two days away from work now, two days away from the regular travel to work, two days away from trouble there.

Do not care.

Read the news, drink.
It is now eight fourteen in the morning.
The cat is making a fuss at the bedroom door.
That should be opened, allow access to warm beds.
The day is getting longer, and there is no peace now.
Not in the world, not at home, everywhere people reach out their hands
and want
and now it is eight eighteen ante meridian