uncultivated

it is probably a sign of age, the activities of Wednesday exacting their revenge on Friday and the body demanding a long sleep on Saturday.
Over twelve hours of work on Wednesday, following happy sceintists about their work at a small congress, all happily rubbing each others backs when face to face and looking at each others results with enthusiasm, jealousy, sometimes admiration, perhaps some other emotions too. And just to take pictures to make the occasion memorable is so much work.

And the on this morning there are the friends of the son scattered all over the living room floor after their party the night before, sleeping in their sleeping bags, the computers still running, humming ventilators for chips that  have been warmed.

No showering today, keep the bathrooms free for all the young men who will awaken at some unannounced time soon, and need to use the ceramic facilities with great urgency. They were playing computer games for a large part of the night, this is a modern day party. A get together of school friends.

Get dressed, a cup of coffee and a slice of cold pizza for breakfast. The cat gets a pat on the head, She looks up, then closes her eyes, purrs. She seems to like a pat on the head.

And at the third cup of coffee, a sense of humanity returns to the body and the head.
The mirror shows an unshaven tousle haired man, but human, even if uncultivated.