slow

 The roaring song of a group of Friday night revellers echos through the streets at five thirty in the morning, their Friday coming to its end just as Saturday begins . Tay is silenthey sound drunk, and they seem convinced of the artistic value of their vocal offerings.

Breakfast, and look at what news is available. It is not much, but none of it is particularly good. It remains true that no good news is news that is worth reporting. After breakfast, a sudden attack of drowsiness, lie on the sofa intending this to be a few minutes rest and wake up two hours later. 

Now it is a quarter past eight, the church bell rings once for the quarter of the hour.

Saturday is silent, and there appear to be fewer computers on the floor of the sitting room. The son has now got the results of his final examinations in high school and is cleaning up his mess as promised. even if progress is extraordinarily slow.