Summertime

Got up, got dressed, all ready for the day. Then things just stopped working the way they usually do. Made coffee, other things were not available  for breakfast. The glass of sausages had been eaten last night.

Went out to the shops, and bought a few things. Bread and vinegar, for example, also some cheese and pretzels.

Returned home, and fell into a depressive sort of trance, not having any wish to do anything. After a while, lay down on the bed, covered with a blanket.

After the two hour sleep felt worse. This nonsense is not going anywhere.

There are sounds from upstairs. Why care?

Take the dirty washing upstairs, and fill the washing machine. Go downstairs again, and set the timer for an hour and a quarter. That is how long the things should take. Perhaps they will take longer, who knows.

The cat comes in, expresses her desire for some food. She looks hard at the tin, hoping for results.

See there, after a while the tin is opened and she gets a tin of cat food.

Turn on the radio, and some idiot plays a piano version of "Summertime"