It is Sunday again, the day that is a reminder of all the things not done in the past week. Looking back on Sundays is just view of things that have been attained, all so much less than those that had been hoped for.
Make the small breakfast for one, and take the plate and the cup into the living room. The morning pills are not to be forgotten, the iron, and the pills against the high blood pressure.
Pleasant warmth is everywhere, now that summer is finally here. In another month the length of the day will have reached it's zenith, days will get longer until then and after that the nights will get longer. But for now, there is a summer to look forward to. The family is asleep, there is no need for them to waken yet. Even the cat is asleep, it is not begging for food or anything.
Open the windows, let in fresh air and the loud cooing noises of the pigeons.
It is Sunday, and there is nothing really planned. Perhaps a short walk later on this morning up to the country beer garden.
Perhaps.
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