staring at the falling snowflakes

it is dark and cold outside, the weeks work has been done, and the coming weeks work prepared for.
and wake up to nothing.
There are things to be done, but no consensus as to their priorities. No consensus in the family.
The son's room a chaotic mess of wires, used socks and underpants, computer wreckage and schoolbooks.
The wife is spending the early morning time in bed.

make coffee, feed the cat. Just a little, the last time she ate so fulsomely fast that the feline digestive system was incapable of coping. Three lumps of gooey cat food will be sufficient to keep her happy and insufficient to cause the overload experienced last week.
The coffee is finished, put out a blue cup and saucer for the wife to fill when she is ready, take an Apilco cup and saucer full of the hot brown liquid to the big room, sit at the table, write the days notes, these notes.

The cat is in the window frame, on the window sill, staring at the snow falling down outside. She is fascinated.

See to it that things are forced to function. That is the intention. But meanwhile, get another cup of coffee.

and return,
and the cat is still staring at the falling snowflakes.
On a saturday morning