nothing

awake in the dead of the early morning, no idea what it was or what it may have been, but now
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well what now?
The core scourge of life has gone, there is no work, there is nothing to relax to.

Dark outside, the wife asleep loudly, and the bed is warm.
Go to the bathroom, that is cold, hurry back, look at the computer, England has locked up at last and that American seems to think of his country as a corporation and not as a people. That is what the computer says.

Go back to bed, it is dark.


It is light.
Get up.
There is the cat, awake, so turn on the coffee maker.
Clear the worktop, the son had made his midnight munchies mess there, leaving gooey stuff on the table surface
There is a loaf of baguette, from yesterday, wrapped up in a plastic bag to keep it soft, unwrap it, cut it open, butter it. A slice of cheese on top, that is a sort of breakfast. The coffee machine is hot now, disentangle the parts of the coffee grinder from the towels and things left there last night, reassemble it and press the button. It starts, then stops. There are coffee grounds caught behind the plastic receptable for receiving the ground coffee, and these prevent the little safety switch from closing.
Brush out those few grains, and replace the receptable. Now it works.

Tamp the resulting coffee grounds into the silver sieve, put the sieve into the machine, and there we go.

Coffee and a baguette.
Read the news again,
Things are bad, but words seem to be failing.
There is nowhere to go
There is nothing to be done.