I woke up at 5.20 and then at 6 again. Meditated but did not write or anything.
There was breakfast and some knitting on the boy’s scarf (I’m pretty sure I’ll be knitting that for ages to come) and I started reading another novel, „Storm Cursed“ this time.
I tried some more things to fix the blog and changed the theme to a new one, then customized that and failed to upload the new header image. This is a little tiring.
My husband showed up and talked to me about guitar pickups for a bit and then I tried some more stuff on the blog until I decided to write an email to support. And then I cut my husband’s hair. Because it had been overdue and doing it right away seemed easier than writing it down on a list.
Then I did a little cleaning but not the bathrooms and didn’t change the sheets because I still had all that grocery shopping to do.
Went to the bakery and the butcher who did not have veal goulash for Sunday’s dinner and to the health food store where I got a chicken instead and cookies and strawberries and zucchini. And chocolate.
Walked home and helped with lunch:
(Imagine a picture of asparagus risotto here.)
And then I didn’t do the dishes because it was almost time to teach.
Taught all the students. Read the answer from web hosting support who asked if I had updated my version of WordPress and all Plugins and told me that there was no problem on their end. That made me cranky. Because it means I will have to spend quite a bit of time sitting down in front of my computer, systematically checking every single thing on my blog to find the problem. They did suggest that I install yet another plugin that might help ease memory load when uploading pictures. I’ll try that next but it would mean that I probably can’t write posts offline anymore.
Then I ate dinner and rushed off to an improvisation concert with my husband. The concert was meh but we had a nice chat with a guy we’ve met before and the concert was out early, so all was good.
Came home, read some more and went to bed.
Today I’m planning a major Saturday slump. It’s the only thing I can possibly do.
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