there it is, wake up, the sun is up.
Go to the bathroom. shower away the nights stickiness of sleep
brush the teeth, comb the hair.
The son is working on his computers again.
Make a cup of coffee, on the silvery little espresso machine, a Pavoni.
Yesterday's feeling of being caught in a casulo of remorse and fear
Not so much there at all anymore.
Reset the clock, it is running too slowly. Adjust the pendulum, now hope that it will run properly for a little while longer. A week or two.
Take the son out to the bakery cafe, it is early still, There is a group there, all shouting at each other, cheap humor, they are there every week.
A coffee and an egg roll, he has a turkish style roll with mozzarella and a soft drink. We talk about computers and politics, wonder at the policies of the noisy populists.
And then the short sunday breakfast is over, take a walk through the town, and observe the morning sunday sleepiness, so few people at work today, so many sleeping.
Return to the house, there are all the computers that the son and his friends hat set up in the hall, a computer museum for one day only. The oldest computer is thirty five years old.
A museum, the machine is still running.
Return to the sitting room, open the computer.
The wife is still asleep.
Go to the bathroom. shower away the nights stickiness of sleep
brush the teeth, comb the hair.
The son is working on his computers again.
Make a cup of coffee, on the silvery little espresso machine, a Pavoni.
Yesterday's feeling of being caught in a casulo of remorse and fear
Not so much there at all anymore.
Reset the clock, it is running too slowly. Adjust the pendulum, now hope that it will run properly for a little while longer. A week or two.
Take the son out to the bakery cafe, it is early still, There is a group there, all shouting at each other, cheap humor, they are there every week.
A coffee and an egg roll, he has a turkish style roll with mozzarella and a soft drink. We talk about computers and politics, wonder at the policies of the noisy populists.
And then the short sunday breakfast is over, take a walk through the town, and observe the morning sunday sleepiness, so few people at work today, so many sleeping.
Return to the house, there are all the computers that the son and his friends hat set up in the hall, a computer museum for one day only. The oldest computer is thirty five years old.
A museum, the machine is still running.
Return to the sitting room, open the computer.
The wife is still asleep.
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