This morning, like other mornings, he is in the kitchen with his mug.
He is subliminally aware of what he’s doing. He carries the mug, warming his hands. The computer boots with his favourite scene. A holiday with the family. The beach, the trees, the cliffs; a great photo. Emails need to be checked; a few minutes only. He glances out the window. He appreciates the view of the garden and smiles at the thought that it is maintained by the hands of others. He opens his favourite card game. He loses some and wins others. The morning goes quickly and he feels hunger. He eats and considers a stroll outside. He decides not. The afternoon passes in similar fashion. He notes the hour on the clock on the nearby wall and he rises.
He leaves the office and makes his way home.