self serving simpleton.

Get up late, at eight.
A sleep not terminated by waking machines, no morning alarm sounds.
Bright light from the window, a clear sky to be seen up there between the roofs edges

Get up.

Set up the coffee machine.

take the laptop to the sitting room table.

There is the cat on the floor, playing with a small feathered object, throwing it up, worrying it, catching it.
It is a small dead bird.
The cat must have killed it.
It may have flown in through the window.
Right into the predators lair.
Poor bird, happy cat.
That is that.
Clear up the bit of mess, inter the bird in the biological waste.

Read the news, the United Sates are being run like a "reality show", by a self serving simpleton.
The British are learning the congruency of unfounded optimism and serious mistake.
The Italians have the tragedy of a collapsed bridge to deal with, and the powers there are breaking the bridges of friendship.

And now, with all the free time, there is no time.
There will be a return to work on the third of September, two weeks or so away.