maybe something has changed.

Outside, in the first light of morning, the neighbour was to be heard breaking and scraping the ice and the snow from his piece of sidewalk in front of his house. Because of the variations in temperature the snow had melted and then the water had frozen.

Put on the coffee and go into the passageway to see if the scraper and the salt to deal with this were there. Both the bucket of salt for the street and the metal scraper were there. The scraper dated from the forties of the last century, but strong hand tools like that last a long time. The wooden handle had had to be replaced, the old one had been eaten by the woodworm. Otherwise all was in order. The coffee machine burbled, went indoors to turn the heat off. Scraped the snow, the slush and the ice off the piece of footpath in front of the house. Spread some salt. 

Then go indoors to have breakfast. After breakfast, read the news. It seems impossible that America is making the same mistake as Germany and Italy did in the thirties of the last century, but it looks like that. Perhaps it will be a lesson for those here who favour the AFD party, perhaps they will moderate their voting habits. Or perhaps they will not.

At nine, or a bit later, the son comes down all ready to go out. Father and son, or maybe in the meantime daughter; it is really up to him; go to the neighbourhood café. After some time there go on to the mall and do a small amount of shopping. And then take the long way round past the general store and buy some razor heads for the small electric razors. The son has lost his, and it seems to be a good idea to have a few for spare. The small electric razors are very practical.

And then return home and stay there. There is not much to do, and spend the time relaxing. Having risen early seems to have not had the usual repercussions of collapsing after an hour today. 

Maybe, there is slim hope, maybe something has changed.