move on

The grey cloud tones the complete sky, there are no clouds visible, it is just a sheet of grey filtering the winter sunlight.
Awake, the first of the family to awaken, not counting the attention-seeking cat. Put on yesterday's day clothing, there is no point in working on making an impression before anyone.
The cold has finally withdrawn, a small cough remains.
Sit on the couch, before making any kind of breakfast, to write these notes.

The son is up, and he starts to sing in the background, his part of the songs from the school choir.
Boxing day is done, that is the end of the Christmas days.
Now please may the weather get warmer, and the days lengthen.
And move on to make coffee.

Return to the post named "move on".
Ridiculous.
Read it again.
Rubbish.

Coffee is made,
Cup for the master
Cup for the dame
but none for the young son working at his computer.
Trying to make a construction of wood, metal, plastic and electronic parts print three dimensional plastic models. The humming noises of electric motors, different speeds, short bursts,almost but not at all musical.

A second cup,  then a walk would be nice.