no relief

 This mornings weakness is greater than on most days. It makes getting out of the bed more difficult, and the confrontation with the mess in the kitchen makes it worse.

From bad to worse, put on the day clothes anyway, make a cup of coffee in the kitchen using the small noiseless machine, the little Italian cafeteria for one cup, and drink the strong brew in four sips. This is old-fashioned technology, but this is not a problem. Go into the room where the items that are for sale on Ebay are kept, and find the thing that was sold last night. Wrap it in bubble wrap, put it in a freshly folded cardboard box and fill this with crushed paper scraps. Take it all downstairs again and print the address label. Stick this onto the box, and together with the sale from the weekend, walk to the post office.

Stand in line untill the clerk can accept both packages, take the reciept, and go back home. At home, find the wife still asleep and the son gone to school. Consider starting to clear the mess, then consider this a poor idea. Put on the black jacket, and walk away, through the park, and take the short cut up to the viewing platform. From there follow the usual path past the parking lot and the animal enclosures, and, much later, take a short cut to the river.

Not even the coffee in the Italian's brings any relief today.