it is Sunday now, the first weekend in freedom no different from any other weekend. But whereas yesterday was spent in torpor and shock, today is the day to start winding up the mess at home. After all, there is time now, plenty of time.
There is all the time in the world.
And plenty of mess too. The son starts with a ledture on how all this talk of tidying is upsetting to him. Explain with a touch of exasperation that living in what amounts to a dirty junkyard upsets his father. The son seems to get the point, and some of the things that are lying around disappear. But then there is an online something or other with his girlfriend, and we all have our priorities, don't you know?
There is no refuge at work any more, the refuge will have to be at home.
Especially with the covid virus being so rampant and everywhere closed
Clean up the hallway, and the second passage too.
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