This is not right.

Everything is in order. That is what it felt like, upon awakening. After about an hour, after having done all the morning routines, the post-awakening things, there occurred the inward collapse, that state were the mind could no longer concentrate on anything much, and it was only sensible to lie down again. There is a blanket to cover up with, and set an alarm. Hey Siri, set an alarm for half an hour. Siri replies her usual Irish reply. 

Afterwards go to a small café, but everything is cold and miserable and the coffee tastes like sawdust might. They are putting up the Christmas tree in front of the town hall, and there are three people in some fancy red uniform hanging about signalling the beginning of Fasching. The uniforms have "Narhalla Landshut" embroidered upon them.

Go home, realise that there is something still wrong, whatever this might be. Something is not as healthy as it should be. 

At home, feed the cat and see that there are few tins of cat food left. There is now a new chore, which is to get cat food. Oh this is fantastic.

Upstairs again, and the phone rings. There is a conversation with a friend from a long time back, make a date for the next few days sometime to meet and catch up. After the call, go to the super market and get cat food and pretzels, and a bag of apples. At home again, it becomes impossible to stay awake. Put out the bag for the journey tomorrow.

And so nearly fall asleep standing. This is not right.