The coffee has finished burbling in its Italian pot, pour a cup full into the Apilco cup. A cup made in Limoges in the Yves Deshoullieres factory long ago. The toaster pops, and the two slices of toasted bread shoot up into sight at the top of the silver appliance. Put butter on both of them and place them on a plate.
Ladle the two eggs out of the boiling water, let the excess water drip off, and put them on top of the toast.
A knife and fork and all is ready. Take the breakfast into the big room and sit down at the table.
By the light of the screen of the laptop eat the poached eggs on toast and sip coffee.
This could be the highlight of the day.
Then the blood pressure pills start to function, the legs go cold, and the head starts to spin. This will not do, it is important to lie down now, and to forget the thoughts of going for a walk. The cold in the legs is unbearable, even though it is not really that cold. And the feeling of weight and darkness on the head, like a sudden attack of tiredness. It will be necessary to make an appointment with the doctor to readjust the dosing of the drugs.
Go back to bed, fully dressed and wrap up in the bedclothes.
The feeling of oncoming unconsciousness, the sureness of sleep.
Eating those eggs was the high point of the morning.
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