il mattino ha l'oro in bocca, mr. hyde e l'isteria senile

Maybe 'cause I've been struggling to take up my old home-routines, maybe because when people get in their thirties they start going mad, but lately it is better for me not to get around my mum in the morning before coffee.
Much better to wake up, get coffee, come upstairs and show up again after midday, when things miracolously seem to be more relaxed.

Maybe this is why I can't stop thinking about going away for a couple of days.