online, offline

There is no wish to get up.
Indolent.
Things have changed, there is the hiss in the head, that has not changed.
There is no wish to get up, there is no wish to do the housework that needs to be done.

The son has been up for a while, he is on his computer, attending classes whilst his school is closed.
He is talking about German poetry, and writing an analysis of some poem.
His teacher is online, invisible. Just a voice.
A system that allows the teacher to look at the work that the pupils have done onscreen, but the camera to see the pupil himself is not activated. A system for an emergency, Perhaps to turn into normality in future.

This black hopeless feeling strengthens the beds embrace, force needs to be applied to get up and to read the news. The news is not good, there is silence spreading everywhere as the news of the spread of the corona virus and the methods in use to curtail this spread occupy the headlines and most of the subsidiary spaces in the media.

The cat is outside, complaining at the scaffolding put up in the yard by the workers. It is the fourth day that it is there, providing access to the wall. The cat is exploring it, making cat exclamations all the while.
It is a lovely day outside, a Friday, dictation from the boss to stay at home. Be available online.
There is just a wish that the headache would go offline.