one one twenty one

 it is dark,
the shape of the window is blurred
the eyes will not focus
there is a blurry haze.
it is not quite dark outside, the haze is lighter at the window
therefore
light must be coming from somewhere.
Blink
The struts of the window frame are clearly visible now

Get up,
hook both legs under the edge of the bed, pull up vertical, sitting on the edge of the bed.
As every day, the journey across the cold flagstones and the ice-cold tiles in the bathroom.
The bright light is nasty.
The new year has not brought any change, the back is sore.
And afterwards, wash the hands, brush the teeth.

This year, same shit as every year.
in the bedroom again
put on last years clothes,
in the hallway put on the plastic clogs
climb the stairs
look at the work finished last night by the light of a LED floodlamp.
in the dim daylight the work looks good, the wall is uniformly and evenly plastered, the finishing coat succeeded.
Clean up the mess on the floor, push the fallen dirt into a heap.
Use a shovel tolift the fallen plaster and other dirt into a ten litre bucket. Tidy the tools.
Look at the work with approval again.
Go downstairs, feel that the year has not started in such a shitty way after all.