so far sunday in the afternoon

I awoke this morning with a clattering head, and thought it might settle if I just lay in bed. It did not, and so I got up. Actually, it is not morning but afternoon. That is usual, especially for a Sunday. I am drinking strongly brewed English Breakfast tea, very milky and honey-sweet. Eating bites of oatmeal with apples and cinnamon. Head still pounds, but fading I think. Mooz is intermittently looking out the window and then at me, asking me all kinds of questions with her eyes and I don't know the answer to any of them. I can hear Will mumbling in his half-sleeping state. I feel unsure about where to be in the world today. I can't see the sky from where I sit, only orange bricks going up and up.