a whole weekend to recover

Another morning, awake alone, awakened by the cat, it is causing a fuss, it wants to be let out. Let out into the cold of the coridor.
Then to the bathroom, and then back to the bedroom, put on yesterdays clothing. Yes, it is sunday, and there is no need for the Sunday best.

Read the news on the computer, Americans seem to be realising that weapons designed for war have no place in the hands of a civilian society. Or something like that.

The coffee maker, let it warm up.
The first cup is weak, the machine is cold.

Hear the cat outside, let her in.
Then go back to the machine. Empty the sieve filter, refill it.
The machine is by an Italien firm, called Pavoni, it is one with a small electric compressor, or pump.

Coffee and chromium.
The second cup is better

The cat wants to be fed. A spoonful of cat food, cat breakfast.
The son is up, the computer is on, his passion and his prime interest.
For now.
And the sun is out, it is a bright and icy cold day outside.

A third cup of coffee.
It sometimes takes a whole weekend to recover from forty five hours work and attention.
Now it is nine in the morning, and the son wants to go to one of the town cafés.
OK