Seems I needed a day of actually doing nothing for a change. I started the boy’s blanket in the morning and spent most of the day at the kitchen table crocheting it. Up to the point where my butt hurt because the kitchen bench doesn’t have cushions.
Usually when I sit around like that I get depressed and grumpy but yesterday I mostly didn’t.
Today it is back to work again, and back to household chores, and music, and exercise. I’m trying to move the strength training around in the hopes that I will actually do it. We’ll see how that goes.
I will teach a few students but not as many as I usually do.
My husband is still working on repairing the vintage amp he started on in August. He had declared it done a few times since but there still is something wrong with it. No fun.
The boy is working on his presentation for the science fair. Which means that he is not working on his application for an internship. And that he is not moving his stuff out the living room (it was his room for the past twelve years).
I still haven’t finished the muslin.
I did write my 500 words last night. Pretty late but I did it.
And this is a new week with fresh potential. I will do everything I want to, and get enough sleep, and feel fabulous while doing it. Just you see.