Get up, never mind the cold, turn on the silly small wildly expensive heater and then go downstairs to see about m making the ritual breakfast. The cat looks on, wide eyed and hopeful. She buts her head against all available legs, furniture and human.
Make the breakfast, it is simple enough. Work a way around all of the items left lying about since last night. The son has been making food again, it is good that he can cook and rather sad that he does not think much of cleaning up afterwards. Still, there is enough free space to go ahead, and afterwards take the plate with the poached eggs on toast and the large mug of coffee upstairs.
Read the news, the news of those kidnapped by the Palestinian terrorists and now released. Think of those still kidnapped. Remember that there are almost seventeen thousand dead now as a result of political ambition and hubris. There is no cause to justify this, not one at all.
Look at lenses on the second hand market.
Take the medicine, apply the cream.
And then there is tiredness and headache. Take a pill against the headache, and lie down until it works. Read the novel given to me by the young woman. It is a rather passionate description of romantic amourosities. The word does not exist, but the condition probably does. Put the book away again. It has a red cover with roses on it
The sun has come out outside. Perhaps a walk will help.
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