vibrato

 there is no wish to move and there is no ability to sleep. Get up, make a cup of coffee, the kitchen is a mess and it is four in the morning.  A strange dizziness, the thought of work is terrible. In the bathroom feel ill, but really, there is nothing to complain about. There is a buzzing in the head, the eyes do not focus. A drink during the night might have helped, but that would have been the first drink in two years now. So that did not happen and it would not have driven away what is just a depression coming on. A perfectly normal dissatisfied depression. Drink the coffee, pet the cat.

Read the news. Trump shouting his capitlised tweets, Belarus in uproar, dissidents poisoned. The British exit has turned into an insular problem, people have other worrines now. Still those express newspapers give a silly bulldog picture of what should be serious negotiations. More a pug than a bulldog, really.

There can be no going to work today, not in this state.

Write a short mail, that will deal with that.

lie down, knowing that all of these feelings are no more than self-pity.

Several nightmare later wake up.

it is eight.

put on the clothes.

There is a woman at the bank to see.

Walk through the town.

There is child on a bicycle allowing the cobble bumping to modulate its voice. A long "Ah" with vibrato courtesy of the cobble stones.

In the bank, go to the counter. They have distancing regulations in force,  wait till the bank official comes out, and pulls aside a red rope blocking the entrance. In the office take off the mask.

He says he just wanted to say hello, everything is in order. He just wanted to see his customers face to face.

oh.

Ok.

Big deal, what was the appointment with the two reminders for?