Up at 8, this was not so bad. I prepared a cup of coffee for myself and sat down at the table in the kitchen. My eyes were not yet ready to do anything, they hurt a bit. It was a bit early for them.
Usually I drink my first cup of coffee while checking my emails. It was so meditative to sit in the kitchen this morning, doing nothing, but sitting and drinking black coffee. It was silent. From time to time E. stopped at the table and sipped from my coffee.
I will enjoy this last day at home. It will end with a dinner with friends in "our" Greece restaurant. Late at night I will watch:"I am a celebrity, get me out of her."
I make such a fuss, because I start working again on Monday after 7 months, it starts getting embarrassing.