losing

awake, things are better. It was a long rest, maybe that was all that was missing.
Sit and read the news in the silence of Sunday morning, the family is asleep.
The cat reaches up, makes eye contact, tenses her hind legs and leaps up onto the knees. She does not use her claws today.
She holds out her head, fondling it seems the right thing to do.
She starts to purr, she puts her chin down on those big soft warm human legs and purrs.

Perhaps a happy cat.

Purrhaps

There is the sound of piano playing from the sitting room, the son has risen, and that is the first thing that he does. Then he stops, comes in and asks should he make dumplings for breakfast.
Well, and why not?

Hear the sound of pans and crockery.

Move to the table in the sitting room with the laptop, make a cup of coffee on the way.

He has set the table, the matching cups from France.

There is a bowl of steaming dumplings there now, the small kind with a sort of cream cheese filling.
Nice.


The wife comes out of the bedroom, she still seems sleepy, and then when all are at the table the Sunday breakfast begins.

The wife complains of a headache, confirms that she has already taken a pill to treat it,
She goes back to bed.
The son returns to the piano
clear up the crockery, fill the dishwasher, insert a detergent tab in the designated place, press the appropriate buttons.

Write these notes on the computer, resolve to clear up the messy stuff in the yard today.
This is a losing battle.