so relaxing

There is a smell of flour and baking bread in the air this morning. One of the only real bakeries in town is baking cakes and rolls for the days sales. It is a tiny little bakers shop in a neighbouring street, and the smell is there every day but for Sundays and Mondays.
And it is Saturday today.

Eight in the morning.
Breathing still comes easy today, take it easy today. It is surely better to avoid  a relapse.
The son is not up yet, he was playing with his friends, online, late last night.
And he is tired today.

Take the pills, let one dissolve in a glass of water, use it to wash down the big white tablet.

The air from the open window is colder today, listen to the birds singing over the rooftops.
Today will be  a quiet day.
hopefully.

Get up from the seat at the window to make a cup of coffee.
The alert cat starts to beg for food.
So empty the two nearly empty tins onto her green plastic plate.

She pushes her face into the smelly goo and starts to eat. It appears to suit her, she seems to like it.

Then fill the coffee machine and make a cup of strong brown brew, and a slice of bread and cheese.
The son and the wife are still asleep.

Sit at the window a while longer, with a cup of coffee, wonder what will happen today.

e tao relaxante