The coffee is good, and strong. Then, go in to wake the son up. Yesterday, he had asked to be woken at six, and it is five to six now. He grunts, agrees, and sleeps on. Remove his bedclothes, and ask him if it is cold now. He agrees, tell him that the bedclothes are over a chair on the other side of the room. He may collect them, and wake up on the way.
Back in the kitchen, butter a slice of bread. The son comes out of his room, says thank you for the waking, gives a hug for the morning, says see you later.
He will probably go back to bed.
With all the too and fro, and the small change in the routine, forget to take the pills.
Later on, at work, the head starts to buzz, the blood rushes in the ears.
It will have all calmed down by tomorrow, but the day is a disaster.
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