sound of workmen

There is the sound of workmen outside, up on the rooftops.
Some neighbours in the town are having their roofs repaired, there is the sound of a crane, hammering, workmen's voices calling to each other.
And rest in bed, lazy person.
waste time.

Time that should be spent constructively working on the own house.
Sit at the computer, read the news, the news of the British, the Swedes, and the Germans.
And those Americans, obsessed with their power and greatness.
All grotesque, there is not much happening on an early Monday morning.

Work is taking a break today, there will be a surfeit of work next week.

Work is working on the own house, a project that has taken too long.

Oh, just rest.
It is the last day of the son's school holidays