the rest of the day

 The night was so cold outside the bed, it was hard to get up to go downstairs in the early morning to respond to a call of nature. But it was possible, cold is relative, and the return to the blanketing duvet was welcome. The cold did not have a chance to reach the bones.

Sleep last night was deep and firm, this was strange. Even after returning to bed, it was light and bright in the morning upon awakening. Realise that it very nearly no longer is the morning, it very definitely is the late morning.

It is a beautiful lightly clouded blue day outside, the grey ugliness of the past weeks has lifted. Downstairs, in the kitchen, prepare breakfast.The wife has set up the coffee maker for her coffee, which is why it is necessary to find other jobs until the machine is free. Having taken the used crockery from the last couple of days downstairs start to fill the dishwasher, also put in things that are lying around the place. The coffee machine burbles, and then burbles loudly. Turn of the gas flame. A minute later the wife comes in and, without a single word, fills her cup with coffee and milk and sugar and returns to her bedroom. This is an unusual relationship, or do your thoughts differ on this subject? It is abnormal, it is saddening. It is stupid too. Knock on the sons door, he is barely awake. He has a day off from his University, and perhaps it is the change in the weather, he is sleeping well too.

Take the breakfast upstairs, and write these notes whilst finishing the coffee. 

The next thing is to make the bed and to start work upon the rest of the day.