I slept in until 7.30 because I only turned out the lights after finishing „Top Secret“ at 1.30. Dumb move. I need a new rule that I can’t start a new Sarina Bowen novel after lunchtime or something. I still fell that it was worth it but it didn’t bode well for Sunday.
So I had breakfast a little late, talked to the rest of the family, did dishes, started reading „The 5th Gender“ by G.L. Carriger and basically sat around doing nothing but reading (and finishing) that, making my way all through the „Kiwi Blitz“ webcomic and watch the Giro. All while elevating my leg and cooling it.
Every other hour I felt that my calf was doing wonderfully and didn’t hurt anymore at all. Then I would get up and walk a few steps only to find that, no, it was not doing wonderfully. But all the resting, cooling, elevating and anti-inflammatory painkillers were doing something at least. I do doubt that I’ll go running the next few days, though.
On the bright side that should give me a little more time for other stuff. Not that it did yesterday or the day before. As usual when something goes sideways I was thrown completely off track and didn’t do anything productive at all. It was especially weird to be watching the bike race without my spinning. I mean, I could have made progress on the spindle project but I didn’t.
I am really hoping things will go better today. I did warn the boy that he might have to go to the health food store on Tuesday instead of me.
There was lunch:
I didn’t even help with it. Even though my husband is still feeling under the weather. He seems to have some virus that makes him feel meh and a little weak but not sick enough to stay in bed. On the other hand he never feels sick enough to stay in bed. I remember one winter when he was complaining about feeling bad for weeks and I kept thinking that he should either just stay in bed or not complain as much and then it turned out that he probably had had pneumonia without really realizing.
I’d rather stay in bed a little too easily than going full tilt while having pneumonia, thank you very much.
When the Giro was over and I had finished the Gail Carriger book it was time for dinner. I usually try to skip it. I haven’t been all that successful with that lately but since I was taking ibuprofen I decided that eating something was sensible:
That’s fried potatoes with egg. And ketchup. And the painkiller.
Today there will be teaching. No running. Possibly the recording of the podcast but I might reschedule to Thursday even though that will mean scrambling to get it published on Friday. We’ll see.
And I started reading yet another novel, „The Bride Test“. I also have the new Patricia Briggs but I’m saving that a little. Not to mention the 199 unread novels on my ebook reader.