hopelessness

 A sunbeam reflected from the building opposite is the cause for today's awakening. It has taken a path from the low sun, over the roof and to the window of the house across the neighbours yard to be reflected there and to shine in through the window, illuminating just the pillow and the end of the bed in a brilliant white glare. That is the end of the night's sleep.

The kitchen has been cleaned and tidied a good bit now. The disastrous situation of the last few days finally got to be too much for the son and the wife, and so the mess was cleaned. There is now slight hope that this will continue. It is a small hope, but it is better than hopelessness.

There are tiny clouds in the sky, this may be a promise for cooler weather. A slim hope.

The sunbeam has moved on now, and the light is not even illuminating the neighbours window any more.

The neighbours are yelling at each other and their children. They all speak with particularly loud voices, particularly the men. 

Read the news, the complications arising from the special operation in the Ukraine are rendering the bear bloodless. And Trump is putting the fear of the sovereign on his opponents, and is using the press to apply pressure on those that know that he has his believers held in blind faith to him. The news is hard to understand, and it becomes clear that the truth has been finely diced.