Breakfast is done late, and there was too much beer consumed last night, there is a smell of mildew from the clothes worn on the job yesterday.
It all sounds bad, but the light at the end of the metaphorical tunnel may be the view of the trees at the top of the hill visible over the red tile roofs of the town. The tips of their branches are turning green with sprouting leaves, that seasonal metamorphosis that signals the end of winter and is the harbinger of summer.
It will be necessary to tidy things up a bit today, in preparation for the artisan's arrival tomorrow. He may be able to repair the door to the balcony, which would help to make this summer a better summer.
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