late, like now

a Monday  away from work,accrued overtime must be dissipated.
awake to the alarm clock, it was not told that it need not sound today. The clock is only an app on a tablet anyhow.

Get up and make coffee, the son is up and about, he wants to go to the café. He loves going to the café.
Perhaps it is because of the coca cola drink, or the strange cakes. Sting of a bee, imagine that!

walking through the town afterwards, see that he has a limp, and then hear that he wants to go home again.

So go home, and do some work about the house, and before realising this, it is four.
It is now four in the afternoon, the floor in a room freshly sanded and a slit in the wall made for an electric wire.

It is four now, much too late for these notes.
oh well.
better late than not at all