Today is the day that started with great intentions and now it is the day during which the flat was never left, even the bedroom was in constant occupation. It was a day of misery, one where the weather outside was dull dark and colourless. A day so uninviting, and there is no news from anybody. The wife complained about the sons untidiness, he is a teenager now rushing about town in the evening. Never mind the pandemic. At least, it does not appear to be in critical focus.
Back to the room, and read a novel. There is nothing in this Saturday, and the energy to move out and make things better is not available.
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