severance

 This morning is placid, the alarm muted. Muted enough to avoid the shock and start in the early morning slumbers.

Silence the vibrating thing.

Downstairs, shower, make breakfast

Upstairs, eat, make the bed, get dressed, and read the news. Then take the dirty crockery downstairs and go and brush the teeth in the bathroom. Then, upstairs, get dressed for the day and take the pills with a glass of water.

The Americans have a dyed blond red tied icon to believe in, a man who has run every business he has owned into the ground and who feels entitled never to pay his own debts. This is their problem, and also their lookout.

Today, the little room is beautiful, the sun is shining in through the verandah door, it is the prison cell of some dreams. It is possible to keep it orderly in a male sort of way, a narrow bed and a small table for furnishings. It is comparative luxury, and it is peaceful.

Today is the day to collect the book that contains a collection of the work of the last thirty years. This will be the final severance from a life of work.