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There are two pills, to be taken in the morning. The one will lower the blood pressure, the other will do things for the internal organs, the bladder, and all that stuff between the piss and the shit.
Read the news, then take a shower. The dust from yesterdays work is in the hair, the eyes, the nose and the mouth. It was sanding some floors in an unused part of the house, the dust is very fine. It finds it's way past the face mask without problems, insidious stuff. Think about masks and covid-19 and wonder if a virus is insidious too.

The dust washed off, fresh clothing on for the day. Read the news again, check the mail. The cat climbs onto the knees, lies down there and purrs. The eyes go unfocussed, the text on the screen dissolves. The blood pressure goes down, and the head begins to spin. There is no concentration any more, this will not do.
Go into the sitting room, lie down on the couch, until this passes. It must be the blood pressure pill, what else could it be? No idea.

Awake on the couch to the sound of the son working at something in the kitchen, Wish him a good morning.

Sit at the table on the sitting room, start these notes. The son sits down oppsite with a bowl of spaghetti and grated cheese accompanied by a cup of coffee.  Not even in Italy could that be a regular type of breakfast. The spaghetti hanging out of his mouth and the long hair hanging off his head look funny.
As a result of this view, start to laugh.
He starts to act the clown.

The immediate effect of the blood pressure pill have worn off.

Now, it is late in the morning and it is time to work out what to do with the day.