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 The son tests positve for covid, the father does not. Both are sick and the wife does not feel well. This is not a good start to the week. The only one lively and cheerful in the early morning is the blasted cat, constantly begging and climbing things to attract attention.

The little breakfast is made, and upstairs all the windows are still open. There is the sound of pigeons cooing and the distant screams of some bird of prey coming in through the window. There is the tinnitus white noise, a steady hiss, always the same tone. The light outside is grey,  and weak, and it is warm. There is no harbinger of the great heat that today is supposed to bring.

And now the pigeon has shut up. The smaller birds twitterings are to be heard clearly now. The eyes are weak and tired now, and the legs and the shoulders ache. It is like a cold, it may easily actually just be a cold, now, in the summer.