break

and the cough has not gone, this is now a serious nuisance.
The cat is on the bed, purring, on the wife's side, cuddled.
Misery on a lovely day, the cough and catarrh will not go away.

Cut out the self pity, you sop, get up, take a shower, rinse of the sleep and sweat and so forth accrued during the night. Turn on the air dryer upon leaving

Return, the cat is still there, starts to purr again. Yellow eyes with dark rims, tawny fur.
Pat the cat on the head, the eyes close for a fraction of a second.

Get dressed, fresh underwear, go to the kitchen, turn on the coffee maker, grind some coffee.
Make a cup.
Use the small grey American Macine, made in China to see the days news. Not a lot, the cinderella story of royalty, the madness of mannerless megalomaniacs. And one in particular, capitalising on the educational deficits of years past.
Stop musing.
Drink coffee.
Make a doctors appointment.
Say good morning to the son.
Working away at his computers.
Comes out of his room, plays a few notes on the piano.

Whitsun holidays, a break from work.