Saturday night's headache is Sunday mornings misery. Up at seven, in the dark, in the black of the morning, cold, the cat rushing around in the dark. It can see where humans cannot.
But it cannot open the door. Let it out into the hallway.
Bathroom.
Bathrobe.
Look into the computer, see that there is no news worth talking about. Nothing worth thinking about. Read about optical aberrations, something complex, something sceintific. Untill the legs and the bare feet under the dressing gown are frozen, cold and uncomfortable. Then the son's alarm clocks sound, he sleeps on, ignoring them. Go in and wake the ignorant and tell him to shut the things up. He climbs out of his high bed, turns them off, and goes back to bed and to sleep again.
Later, up and about, the son is trying out a video recorder and camera combination, a machine from the nineties of the last century. He has the ancient plastic machine working again, taking pictures of himself. The love of old things, a video camera, one time hi tech. Now it is nothing any more, sold for a tiny fraction of the original value. But it is a nice technological toy to play with.
And so to the kitchen, to make coffee, and to clear up the superficial parts of yesterday's mess.
But it cannot open the door. Let it out into the hallway.
Bathroom.
Bathrobe.
Look into the computer, see that there is no news worth talking about. Nothing worth thinking about. Read about optical aberrations, something complex, something sceintific. Untill the legs and the bare feet under the dressing gown are frozen, cold and uncomfortable. Then the son's alarm clocks sound, he sleeps on, ignoring them. Go in and wake the ignorant and tell him to shut the things up. He climbs out of his high bed, turns them off, and goes back to bed and to sleep again.
Later, up and about, the son is trying out a video recorder and camera combination, a machine from the nineties of the last century. He has the ancient plastic machine working again, taking pictures of himself. The love of old things, a video camera, one time hi tech. Now it is nothing any more, sold for a tiny fraction of the original value. But it is a nice technological toy to play with.
And so to the kitchen, to make coffee, and to clear up the superficial parts of yesterday's mess.
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