Deshoulieres, via Ebay

At four in the morning, wide awake, no sleepiness whatsoever.
Why? Four glasses of bitter lager last night. First drowsy, go to bed, go to sleep and then that! Horrible, it would be better to just go on sleeping, but the body will not do it.

And then it does.
Awake at ten, late in the day.
These are holidays, the last of this years overtime blowing away.

So take it easy, there is work to be done on the house, no take it easy, there is work everywhere.
But not the grind of up at five, the routine that would drift into nothingness where it not for the notes, every day for the last years, for the last one thousand six hundred and twenty five days.

Take it easy, the weather is cold, the heating is on.
There is a hiss on the right, tinnitus, train to ignore that. The doctors can do nothing about it, they say that they don't know.
Fair enough.

Sit on the bed in the warm room, the sky outside the window is an even flat grey yet again.
The discontented winter.

Musings, begone.

The empty white coffee cup, Apilco, Deshoulieres, via Ebay, is on the wooden box containing last years bills.
Press the "Publish" button on the little laptop.