discontent

 in the morning wake. nein! nine!

late, but what of it, take a shower wash the sleep away, hope it is gone.

The son's alarm clocks sound, it has a different tone now,  a honking sound. The bad thing about it is that it does not stop. He himself is a master at ignoring that which he does not want to hear.

Go to his bedroom.

A short shout.

That is the end of the alarm, he just goes back to sleep.

Make the usual warm drink.

Then go to read the news. American politics, British politics, Lebanese disaster,  all one after the next. The big news from Germany is that the socialist party has a conservative-leaning candidate for the next chancellor. And he has good chances, 'cos mainly only Bavarians will accept a Bavarian and this man is from elsewhere. Olaf is his first name.

The day starts with the son and his morning visit to the café, it pleases him, or he would not do it.

Afterwards, to the shop in the shopping centre, baguettes, a bar of adipositas - inducing chocolate. The son spots the wife, she has come here to shop as well. Ten packages of gnocchi, reduced, for the freezer. They have reached their expiry date, but that is of no account.

And then walk back home, home to a day of laziness, of discontent.

Read a book.