sleep

a strange awakening at four in the morning, the cat calling, no bells. The bladder replete bladder informing of it's distress.

afterwards, take the computer to the table in the living room, the table that has not been adequately cleared of all the supper things, super, take a bottle of water too and drink it all.

and then open the computer, and there is the picture of a red battery and a note saying only a few percent.

all the water is gone now, take the bottle back to the case and go back into the bedroom.

attach the computer to the socket, and read about the news.

american psycho says he is above the law because he is the law, or something like that.

go back to bed this is hopeless, sleep.

The cat starts to sing at seven, it want's food, get up, the son is up, he wants to go to the café.

Get dressed quickly, meanwhile the son clears the cat tray, maybe it was just the cat's discomfort that made it sing so loudly.

Then father and son go to the café in the  big market square. It is noisy and uncomfortable, a shout-speaking man telling all at his table his mind, and all other's too, whether or not they want to know. He has hair bleached, temples shaved, a black strip dyed into the border of the hair on his crown. Like a negative badger, and such a noisy anti-badger too.

Take a cup of coffee, the son a soft drink, and resolve to proceed on to another café, a short walk, just out of town.

The horror of it, breath is wanting, cannot move at the old pace at all anymore. Fits of coughing, raspy breath, what is going on?

It is age, that is all, and slowly so powerless, shortness of breath, sadness,