go on a drive

Up and too lazy to get dressed, cold and uncomfortable outside the bed. The bathroom, a frigid zone. Return to the bed, enjoy the warmth. Then feel that this should not be, the son is up already, the sky outside is a light day that may get brighter during the course of the day, go to the coffee machine, Glancing in through the sons open door, see him at his desk looking at his computer, his face illuminated by pale blue light from the screen. A cup of coffee, a roll, stand about like an idiot in pyjamas. Take a shower to warm up, to clean the strange feeling from the skin, as if the skin were sleeping or something. It is hard to describe, but hot water helps.

And on the return from the shower, fresh underwear and old clothes on, look into the sons room again. He has made a cup of coffee for the wife, and she is sitting in the bed.
supping.


The son explains that he is working on a game. Programming on Sunday. Remind him that we had planned to go on a drive today.
He agrees.
But let us make a Sunday breakfast cake.
First.