Rain falls outside, making noise on the leaves of the plants in the yard, hitting the concrete ground with a hard noise. Cool air flows in throught the open aperture of the window. The day starts well.
No, seriously; it is cool and damp not hot and dusty.
Rest in bed for half an hour more, until it is quarter to six. There are bells sounding in the background, three bells, three quarters of the hour. Take a shower , the bathroom inhospitable. Wash teeth, brush nails.
Return to the bedroom, pick out the clothes for the day. A fresh shirt from the wardrobe.
Morning coffee from the little machine, bought second hand online years ago, still serving well. There is the sound of a dumpster from the open window, the flashing orange light on the big truck with it's crew of three. The noise and the light pass, return to the relative quiet of a weekday morning.
Today is the day for the physiotherapy, at nine a small woman will bend the little finger, check it's function, inflict pain with a small ball-headed needle. It is all for the purpose of resoring functionality to a finger that has been cut once and operated on three times.
So be up early out of habit, there is no harm in it.
The cat is up, she seeks attention.
as always.
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