Not all that productive, though.
I slept in until six or so, no alarm and managed to work on the novel for 25 minutes. I had great plans for the day.
Had a late breakfast, shortly before my husband showed up, knitted on the Comodo sweater while talking with my husband who is still feeling rather overwhelmed.
While my husband went running I did the dishes, took a shower and mended my favorite weekend dress by hand:
And I did a load of laundry. The boy came down very, very late and we talked a bit. Then I helped my husband make lunch:
Talked some more with the boy while doing dishes and then I sat down in front of TV with the spinning wheel:
First time at the wheel again after my knee acting up. It only hurt very little all day which made me happy, happy, happy. (Husband actually asked me if I would go running as well. Um, not right now, thanks. I thought I’d wait for the knee to stop hurting completely and then I’ll start by walking first.) And apart from the pain the knee is not moving freely yet. Nope, not running at the moment. The exercises I’m doing are leaving me sore all over by the way which is rather interesting.
I tried writing in the afternoon but couldn’t settle down. It’s a shame because I was really looking forward to writing the next scene.
After the Tour de France was over and I had filled my second bobbin we made dinner:
And then we did something my husband had wanted to do for ages, we watched „Pulp Fiction“. That really is a weird film. The boy liked it. And then it was already too late for bed but I still wanted to journal and brush my teeth and do those knee exercises.
Today there will be more of the same but I want to write a little more than yesterday for sure. But then I always do.