sedentary

The sky outside is bright, even though it is really early in the day. Get up, go to the lavatory, the bathroom, the loo.
Whatever you like to call it.
It is cold. The time of year is still winter, it is March, the nights are cold, the radiator there was off. The tiles are cold, and the water from the tap is cold.
Take the computer to the living room. Read about Trump and Brexit, Trump is silent, a few millions in London are not. Neither has much to do with the other. Then again, maybe those saying that there is a grand conspiracy are right, for once and for only.

Make a cup of coffee, butter a slice of bread. This is the day of rest. Look up the times at which the brother is supposed to arrive from Ireland today. Ten fifteen in the morning, time of arrival in Munich Airport.

And now the cold is in the living room. The light night clothes are just not suitable for sitting at the wooden table in the big room. The son gets up and goes back to bed again after wandering about for a  while.
The wife sleeps on, she was up late last night

And the day is brighter now.
The cat comes over and jumps onto the knees, between the table and the chair.
Then the son's alarm clock sounds. The cat jumps down and rushes to the kitchen, She is hungry, maybe he will feed her.