I woke up early again. I did start writing but only for twenty minutes before breakfast. I didn’t go well and I’m pretty certain I’ll throw it all out and start over again. Well, the creative process isn’t always linear.
Of course that made me feel bad anyway.
There was breakfast and crochet and reading and I’m finally caught up with the classical music I’m listening to every day (in theory) again. My husband was up early. No wood stove this week because it is really warm in the middle of the day. There is no need for a fire, really.
I went looking for the rest of my current spindle project and was happy to see that the bit I’m working on right now is the last unspun bit:
Half of it is plied once, a quarter is in a plying ball ready for the first plying pass, an eighth is spun singles and the rest needs yet to be spun. This is supposed to become cabled yarn so I need to wind another plying ball from the two plied cobs and ply that and go through the whole process for the second half as well to end up with two balls of cabled yarn for a pair of socks.
I started a load of laundry, went to the health food store and went running. Running felt awful, much too exhausting and no fun despite the weather being all bright and sunny again:
I barely could make myself run at all and walked most of the way. And felt rotten about it.
I think the next time I’ll go running first and to the store later. The problem might be that I ran out of steam.
Meanwhile my husband had started making lunch. And while he was doing that his mother showed up all flustered because the washing machine was blinking in a weird way.
Husband didn’t really like to be interrupted right in the middle of cooking, went down to the basement with her and found that the laundry was done, was slightly puzzled as to who had started a load (me, and we had talked about it). The laundry was cold and everything seemed a little strange. Apparently.
So I went down to the basement myself. The description of that weird blinking light sounded to me like the normal blinking that the machine does after having finished a program before it turns itself off.
But I went looking anyway.
As far as I can see everything is well with the washing machine. The blinking is what happens to tell you that you can either start a program or that the program is finished and you can push the button that opens the door.
At least nothing is wrong. Of course, I also studied the washing machine’s manual and found out that it has all kinds of blinking lights to tell you that something is wrong. (This was not one of them.) Also error codes.
Then I folded a load of laundry and hung another one up while my husband was getting lunch ready. By then I was pretty hungry and everything tasted fabulous:
Then my lack of sleep over the past week caught up with me bad and I sat there waiting for energy for almost an hour. Did the dishes, got ready for teaching, did about half the prep I needed for the week, practiced a little and taught my students.
Then I asked my mother about my father’s eye doctor appointment. It seem he has cataracts which can be surgically dealt with. Under full anesthesia.
Then I made the boy play piano, changed into pajamas, worked a little on the book cover design course, spun a little more, watched the „ALLI Advanced Salon“ on Facebook and went to bed.
Today there will be more of the same minus the health food store.