What is to be done with this Saturday? This day is spent before it has begun, there were no plans in place for it yesterday and now it is too late. The things in the living area that were left lying around undone and incomplete last week are much the same this week. It is Saturday, and it is good to be alone in the morning, with no fuss and demands on the time. It is eight in the morning, and all are asleep. Even the cat has got over her morning excitement and has returned to sleep on the bed in the bedroom. She is waiting for the wife to waken, then there may be a prospect of more food on the plate.
It is questionable whether two poached eggs and two slices of buttered toast are healthy for breakfast, but leave the questions unananswered, and just enjoy the peace and self indulgence. There is little to read on the news today, the writers are probably all on their Easter holidays. There is news from the war in Ukraine, there is news from Rome, and there is news from people claiming to fight on behalf of those not involved. There are beggars claiming their right to other's property because they believe in equality, and those that claim that revenge must be served before they will agree to normal civilised behaviour. And there are those that believe in simplicity, all searching for sandpits to bury their heads in.
A short rest to digest that breakfast, and that is what crazed thoughts look like, meaning the ones that come to the fore during a semi conscious daydream. There is no wisdom here that will provide an answer.
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