dribble

exhausted after yesterday wake in the morning feel ice cold and sleep through the night almost awaktioen at seven and again at eight and this drivel does not make sense

awake and make a cup of coffee, the son is up and about making his sunday ritual breakfast the wife is not having any she wants to stay in bed.

at breakfast the son can talk about nothing but his trabant, his little car, his object for restauration.
Think about how the weekend has dribbled away.

But there is pleasure there at this new project.

After breakfast collapse on the sofa sleep for four hours more.
Age is taking it's toll, this is a mad race now trying to get things done.
But sleep untill the son comes in looking for his socks.
They are under the sofa.
How?