awake to the sound of dripping rain outside, a grey glaring sky projecting flat soft light into the room. The cat is fussing at the door, she wants to be let out.
Get up, let her out.
A sore back adds to the humour, go to the bathroom.
The bedroom filled with the smell of sleep.
Sunday.
The son gets up, he wants to go to the café.
So get dressed, he spends time combing his hair.
Listen to the rain pattering on the skylights.
Make a cup of coffee as he searches for his shoes.
Drink the cup as he puts them on.
Go down the stairs into the hall.
And out into the rain.
In it's way the rain is refreshing.
The bakery shop has few people in it, they are all complaining of the weather.
There is nothing wrong with the weather. It is raining. It is Sunday. Everything is normal.
After the coffee and cake, go back home, write these notes, read the news, and think about another cup of coffee.
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