enjoy the light and the quiet

 8:13 in the morning of the ninth of March, and there is no great idea of what the day may bring.

Take the prescribed pills, the yellow one, the pink one, the big round white one and the small elongated white one. Wash them all down with the remains of the breakfast coffee. Keep the blood pressure down and keep the effects of vitamin deficiency at bay.

Breakfast was nothing special, or it was special as usual. The sun is glaring in through the window like some woman young drawing attention to her beauty. Look away to not be caught staring, it will be another bright cool day.

Last night was strange, all things are strange now with things going suddenly and speedily out of control without much of a warning. One should have known says the smart ass to the one spreading his wisdom like shit a field. But never, never, and then it is too late.

It is time to get dressed and to resume the chores. It is Sunday, there may be no noisy work in the new studio.

There will be no discussion on the past or the future with the wife without the son, for the age of the father gives him a right to be involved.

Perhaps it is simply a day to go out and to enjoy the light and the quiet, and to ignore the threats of change, destruction and divorce.

8:36 now