waiting for the winter time to catch up again

Awake, agape at the silence outside.
Sunday, the last day of the week.
Get up.
Kitchen.
Turn on the coffee maker, a small espresso machine by Pavoni, checking the water tank to the rear.
This is empty. Fill it from a bottle behind the machine, a plastic bottle with a blue lid.


Then to the bathroom.
The same boring routine as every day.
Back to the kitchen,

Make coffee.
A slice of bread.
Return to the bedroom,
a fast and frugal breakfast.

And get dressed.
It is Sunday.
Stop the Brillie clock in the sitting room, stop the Bulle clock too. Take care with that Bulle clock, the  slightest residual movement in the pendulum will start it up again.

The clocks will remain silent for an hour, waiting for the winter time to catch up again.

And after having put on the clothing for the day, the son is up. and at work in the kitchen preparing for the breakfast,  putting the Sunday cake on a plate.
Times have changed, but really, everything remains the same,