snow light, early light, all together falls in throught the window. The wife is asleep. Yesterdays dust is still in the hair, a silly tacky feeling. There is a cats call somewhere in the house, get up and open the door. The cat is not there. In the bathroom, shave. It is already eight in the morning.
The razor is blunt, it will need replacing. Next time maybe. The bathroom is cold. Turn on the shower, and enjoy the warm spray of water, rinse the dust and dirt from th head. This should have been done yesterday.
The same clothing as yesterday. Except for the underwear of course. Change that, and the socks too.
The wife is asleep.
Read the news, a mob considers itself a democratic institution, disgust all round, four dead, and the rest gone free.
The son comes in, and asks in a whisper whether or not it is really the wife's birthday today.
Confirm.
He goes again.
Then he returns and asks whether or not a cup of coffee would be nice. Agree,
He makes one for the wife too, and leaves it besitde the bed.
The wife wakes.
Say "happy Birthday"
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