blood pressure

there is boredom in the air today, despite there being things that should be done, the sort of boredom that is there on awakening and realising that there are too many things to be done, and only trouble to be gained by doing at least half of them.
That is complicated? It is not. It is just an attempt to justify doing nothing.

Awake bored and dissatisfied, the cat wants to leave the room, let her out.
Bathroom, as the mind is warming up, ready to start functioning.
Return to the bureau in the bedroom, start to read the news, make a cup of coffee in the kitchen.
There is no news. America has achieved a first in the statistics, that was to be expected.
Germany has precise statistics. And Italy and Spain are disastrous now. The British prime minister is infected, the Irish are moaning about their difficulties.
Take the pills, the two things that the doctors ordered, and in the course of ten minutes, the blood pressure collapses again.
Return to bed, cold, and shivering despite the pleasant temperature in the room.

This is the none sense of isolation, two weeks ago getting up would have involved going to work, those pills taking effect in the car, the cars heater would have compensated the feeling of cold, and the necessary concentration on the traffic would have overridden the lack of concentration.

Awaken again, later, the wife is in the sitting room listening to the radio.
Things are better again.