I woke up at 5.15 (yeah, I know) fully determined to get more done than the day before.
I did my usual morning stuff and had just written for five minutes when my husband showed up unexpectedly at 6.45 for building a fire. I told him I was in the middle of writing and would need a few more minutes.
For once we did have breakfast together. That’s such a rare occurrence it actually felt weird. We talked a bit and I worked on the socks I don’t like knitting because I’d like to finish them some day.
The boy didn’t show up for ages which made me pretty cranky. I wrote some more while waiting, did the dishes, did a load of laundry or two, wrote some more, helped very little with lunch and wrote some more. And planned out the next week. There’s a lot I want to get done in the next few days, wish me luck.
Lunch was very tasty:
Not quite the right food for a day that was summer-warm in the afternoon.
After lunch I did the dishes with the boy’s help, realized that I had all forgotten to do yoga, squeezed a quick yoga session in and had a virtual knitting meeting with Eliandhra that was very pleasant.
Then the boy and I watched some TV while I knitted on a different, much more agreeable pair of socks and I went to bed early.
Today there will be running and all the usual stuff, maybe I’ll go to the health food store and there will be teaching.
My great hope for this week is that I’ll a) manage to get enough sleep most nights, b) manage to do all the exercise I have planned and c) will manage to finish the novel-in-progress. Wouldn’t that be great?