awake in the late dark of the early morning, the virus or the bacterium or the viris or the bacteria or watever have receeded, they have reduced their activity, get up and feel the better for it. Read the news, news of assassins and their commanders, the assassinated executing their assignments, the assassin not giving a good reason other than that it was the easiest thing to do. Now no head of state may feel really safe from the eyes in the skies.
When awake, read it again, there are different views of the same story.
Go for a shower, put on fresh clothing, and fill the washing machine with the contents of the used clothing box.
Tell the son to dress completely, it is cold outside, too cold for bare feet.
If he wants to go to his favourite café.
Put the used shirts into a bag, for transport to the cleaners. They clean them and iron them well, and they are cheap, and it saves time.
Leave the house with the son, it is a warm sort of wet day for winter, go to the café, and feel well all the way there.
It would be a miracle, if it had been a more serious ailment. Yesterday's despondence replaced by today's elation, the picture of the real emotion yesterday looks weak and ridiculous in the light of today's emotion.
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