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Awake in the dawn, sometime near seven. Awake and go to the bathroom, cross the cold tiles of the hall, over the bare wooden boarding on the floor of the balcony. The bathroom is cold.
So hurry and return to the bedroom
Remember to close the doors, though these are not especially well insulated, but still, every little helps to keep the warmth inside the building.

Sit at the small wooden desk. The one that was fixed up a bit in an amateur way, so that it would become useable and pleasant to look at. So that the writing surface that folds out would remain level, to be useable as a writing surface. Open the little laptop computer, work the keyboard, there is mail.
Delete the seven or eight offers of salacious pleasures, the offers of theatrical sexual pleasures, the professional offers of favours, the false charities. There is an article from the New Yorker on climate change. It is well written, sober, decisive. A call on government to do something.
It is depressing, for the people who elect the government, the electorate, will not elect a government that lets their desires  for today be neglected at the cost of satisfying the needs of the future. Perhaps too, many believe that the ability to move faster will enable them to reach the carrot. Perhaps insane acceleration will compress the stick. Perhaps.

Go to the kitchen, make a cup of coffee. It is peaceful, the family is asleep. The awful mess has been reduced, ever so slightly.

The article is read, the cup of coffee is finished.

What is left to do, but to get up and take another?