As every day now up early, alone. It is Sunday, but that is losing any real meaning. It is utterly silent out of doors, despite it's being a warm day.
Make a cup of strong coffee to start the day with, read the news on the computer. See that the disease that has humans in it's grip is not abating, it is changing the life of the planet.
Outside, the sound of a car. It is eight thirteen in the morning.
The room is silent, the family asleep. The cat is up and about, begging for food. Let her beg a while longer, she is a large and heavy cat.
Think about where to go today, on the short walk allowed in the park. It is strange having to keep distance to people, people to whom there would never have been any wish for physical closeness anyhow. Perhaps it will be good to follow the path through the castle parklands and then go down to the town along by the river.
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