A series of television serials until four in the morning, just one after another. An escape from reality, a story of historic gangsters, a long drawn out drama.
Until four in the morning, then to bed.
Sleep is very welcome after all of that murder and mayhem
At nine in the morning, awaken, bleary and still not as awake as should be possible, but it was less sleep than usual.
The wife is asleep.
The son is asleep.
The cat is not sleeping.
It is busy, running about, it is begging for food.
Find the clothes, put them on. Make a cup of coffee.
And then read the news, the worldwide catastrophe is mounting.
Look at the tables, look at all the charts. It is hard to understand the things that the WHO is showing about the Americas, it is hard to understand how a government can be so foolhardy.
There is nothing but a weak feeling of depression inside.
Let them all sleep, drink the strong coffee from the silver machine. A small sense of elation, nothing wild.
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