will never be the same again

awaken, and as the mind slowly becomes aware of realising anything, realise that nothing has changed from the same time yesterday, the place of work has been closed and that is that. All is much the same as it was yesterday, it is dark, it is cold and it is four in the morning. Go to the lavatory, and wash the hands, the face, and then brush the teeth, rinse out the taste of the night and of sleep. Wander out to the living room, picking up the computer on the way. Look at yesterdays data for the virus that is stopping the movement of the human world, see that it has spread, type the name of the American president, it seems as if either his business ideas will fail or else he will succeed in fooling the survivors of this world wide scourge. The truth will never be the same again.

and then, the thin night clothing proves insufficient to ward of the morning chill, return to the warm bed, for their is no need to hang about like this only half awake.

But a last look at the statiscs for these notes, see that there was a visitor from Portugal at four in the morning, or thereabouts. Other people in the world were awake too, at this early hour.

And then to bed.

Later, it is light, and there is silence outside.
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The son awakens, tell him that he must get dressed, and not remain in his night clothes all day, in the decadent times of this viral epidemic.
Then the son returns to his room, hear the keyboard click

And that is that.