"get up" “why bother“

Grey light from a pale blue sky over roofs with a light coating of snow, enough to pick out the tiling but not enough to cover it.
The grey light says "get up" and the comfort of bed says “why bother“

"get up" “why bother“
"because" “yes, on account of there being things to do“
"backache" “it will go in time“

so get up anyway, put on yesterdays clothes, cannot be bothered to shave.

The son gives a hug in the living room, says let us go to the cafe
tell him to put his shoes on, he says he needs to comb his hair.
He can do that, his hair is long, but his feet cannot be bare.
Finally, the stair, there is the neighbour brushing away the snow from the street.
The son starts to clear the dusting of snow from before the house.
Get a few handfuls of salt, to remove the ice.
The neighbour has finished.

And now go to the little bakers shop be the first there, coffee and a pretzel
The weather is getting warmer again, and the streets are damp.

Later on a walk through the park

Sunday