I woke up from the alarm at 5 and had a hard time getting into gear. No writing, no meditation and got up a little late.
Still in time to make breakfast, though.
My husband built the fire and then basically went at the kitchen and living room again. We have decided to paint those rooms on the weekend and there is a lot to do before then.
I knitted a bit and we talked and I’m still not quite sure about the advent calendar sock and then I took the bike and trailer and went to the hardware store for paint and to the grocery store for all the things.
It’s always fun to ride the bike uphill with the trailer full and this time it was even more fun because of the wind. Those are the times that I am very happy to be reasonably fit.
My husband had cleaned the worst walls in the meantime and had cooked lunch:
It’s pasta with spinach, tomato, and feta. Very good. And O had a chocolate bar for dessert.
Then I made the boy look through his discarded things that still clog the living room for a bit while I did the dishes.
My student was already there when I went over to the annex five minutes before my first lesson.
I taught non-stop and enjoyed it tremendously. I’m still shocking myself with this re-found joy of teaching. Then the boy and I did some strength training, I did go to bed almost on time for a change.
Today there will be no weekly cleaning. Instead I will go for a short run, help to make pizza and get the living room and kitchen ready for painting. I’m hoping that maybe one coat of paint will be enough which would be marvelous. There is also the podcast to get ready for publishing.
Fridays are usually rather long teaching days but two students canceled so I have a pretty generous break in the middle.
And then the boy and I will watch some Star Trek and it will be the weekend.
I’m already looking forward to a bright and shiny kitchen and living room. A living room that can actually be used.