Daytime thunder can be disorienting.

24^th January 1999

Sunday : the day of rest

Eventually the subtle powers of the anaesthetised brain successfully organise food to break the overnight fast, a coffee to shift into the next cerebral gear and something to read.

The Sunday paper provides the right level of depth while munching on a crumpet and sippin' caffiene. The dare-devils among us attempt the Saturday papers, which we didn't read yesterday. Either way, the weekend papers don't actually mention too much that is new. It's all about news reviews, analysis of the weeks events and colour supplements about products we have seen before.

No risks.

Much safer to take the advice from the friendly super center retail outlets. Let dad have a reason to check out some essential component in the car, mum can "have a look" at the new stock of bed linen, and the kids can drag their parents to the video games section. Dad will remind the kids that they really need to go, after being elbowed by mum just when he is about to select the number 4 gun and take out three hobgobblins.

Sunday, the day of rest.

end of rave.

(C)opyright Sylvano Lucchetti.