Step into the plastic clogs, it is just before seven in the morning. The workmen are due at seven, so go down the stairs and unlock the front door, they may let themselves in. The workmen have renovated the wall to the neighbours property, there is still work to be done. The cat is standing at the door, she wants to go out to do her morning rounds, it is convenient for her that there is somebody there who will open the door.
Take a morning shower, and whilst selecting the clothing for the day hear the front door slam and the noise of a trolley being wheeled over the boards covering the steps to the basement. The men have arrived. There is a scraping noise from the yard, they have started to work immediately.
This is a grey day, a grey morning, a morning without a plan.
The son's alarm clocks are sounding, witnessing his intention to be up early.
The wife is fast asleep. They both go to bed so late, it sometimes strange to be the only early riser in the house.
Think of the work to be done today.
Let us hope to be able to get some of it done.
Today
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