inefficient

Grey morning light is a thing of great beauty, especially when the demons of the night have fled, the crazed hallucinations of yesterday evening that developed into nightmares. Things dreamt that were so impossible that the dream itself dreamt that these things were impossible.

In the greyness the first aircraft fly over towards Munich, not as many as there used to be, but there are getting to be more and more of them. The human population of the world is adapting to the pandemic.

Get up and go to the bathroom, it is all still gloomy, but there is just enough light to see by.

The wife wakes to say that the son has an appointment later on in the day.

Later, the first of several cups of coffee. The container for biological waste has been filled, so take it out to the waste bin on the balcony and empty it. Line the bottom of the container with a sheet of paper from the roll in the kitchen. This will prevent the waste adhering to the bottom of the small plastic bucket, making it easier to empty whenever it will have been filled again. 

Most likely that will take place tomorrow.

The first cup of coffee is a success, maybe this is because the machine was well warmed up.

Go into the sons bedroom and wake him, remind him of his appointment later in the morning.

And then read the news on the computer.

...  And after that go and wake him up again.

...  The cat wants attention

... The wife has gone to sleep

And the neighbour has started his defectively silenced motor scooter to go to work, the roar of the inefficient little vehicle filling the street.