It's early in the morning, I want to sleep very much, and my daughter's work in the afternoon.

I decided to start the day with a pleasant and went to the bath with the foam, to think about plans and in general.

Meditate for 10 minutes.

The door to the bathroom opens, an absolutely unfamiliar muzhig enters with a beard, suitcase and a fuchsia, and begins, whistling, to dress up.

...

There is a iron door in the tambour. There is another iron door in the apartment.

I almost drowned.

It turns out. The other day, my husband agreed to change the pipes. In the morning, the sleeper called him, the sleepy husband opened the door and drowned back to sleep, the sleeper went to work.

So she woke up. The slider, when he turned around and saw my eyes in the mountains of foam, also woke up.

The day started badly.