an optical zero

Awake at six, the cat making croaking noises, it wants the human to open the door.

Because it cannot, it being a cat.

Open the door

Hear the cat flap flop in the hall seconds later

Like on so many other days.

Turn on the computer, see if there is any other news, anything new.

Nothing really.

go back to bed, enjoy the warmth, relax, look at the window and the rough plasterwork around them, the character of the stonework, the reflection from the old glass windows outside, all distorted. Modern glass is perfection, plane and parrallel, an optical zero. 

It is cheaper too.

and two hours later,  look up at the lightened sky through the window, the windows that will need cleaning soon.

In the kitchen, so carefully cleaned the day before yesterday, the mess is back again. Take a fresh cup of hot coffee back into the bedroom.

What the hell

go back to bed

there is nothing worth staying up for anyhow