little silver sieve

it all hurts, the body, it's parts and junctions.
No, it does not hurt, it is sore.
The result of working hard.

Get up in the fresh light during the early morning of this new Saturday.
A day during which there is no work to be done for financial reward.
A day off.

Sit at the bureau in the corner of the bedroom,
read the news, about the leaders of the world,
and the horrors of the world.

The cat arrives, her nuzzling and preening is just a way to show that she wants to be fed.
Feed her.
turn on the coffee machine.
fill the little silver sieve.
tamp down the dark brown grounds.
get a cup from the cupboard in the hall.
Under the spout with it.

Press the button, brown foamy brew fills the cup.
From the bedroom the son inquires whether or not a visit to the café is in order today.
Okay.

This is all just sleepy and unconcentrated.