bad strategy

Things are different after an early night. Just lie in bed and know full well that it is the depressions that will forbid any effort at leaving the warm comfort of the sheets and the duvet.

Nature forces the issue, get up and walk around the corner to the small bathroom. The tiny, ill -planned,  bathroom. And then directly afterwards start to make a small pot of coffee. Go back to the studio with its couch, then go out again when the coffee is ready.

Decide to go upstairs for a shower and a shave, or rather shave first, then shower. Note that there is a strange pouch with a toothbrush on the washing machine, and that somebody has been using the clothes dryer. Have a shower, note that the water about the feet is steadily rising. Bend down and clear the copious quantities of hair caught in the sieve of the showers drain. The drain functions now.

Downstairs, comb the hair and put on the day clothes.

There is a noise of footsteps caused by somebody rapidly descending the stairway. Look out of the doorway of the shop and see a small figure running off into the distance.

Some time later there is the sound of more feet on the stairway. Look out into the passageway and say good morning to the son. He seems entirely confused and mutters something.

Then there is the sound of voices outside, then the sound of feet ascending the stairway. And a while later the sound of descent again. Look out into the hallway, there is the son. Exchange a few words, he is still not answering much.

Rest for a while, then go upstairs to collect a few clothes. The upstairs rooms are icy cold now, it is not worth heating them through the winter. On the way down the stairway see the wife coming up the stairway. Wish her a friendly greeting, receive ignorance in return.

Things are not looking up at all. Go downstairs, pack away those clothes and lie down on the bed, lie down until the rage has dissipated and the depression returned.