I slept in again until 6.30 and lounged in bed for more than an hour before having breakfast. My husband joined me after I had finished and I knitted on the sock-in-progress for a bit. The boy got up at ten. We did an epic pile of dishes.
I did manage to write a few words after that but just barely. And then we made lasagna. I was late for that because I wanted to write a little more so lunch was about and hour late all in all:
Yes, it was that dark. The weather did clear up later, though.
I sat down and spun in front of TV. Tried a few writing sessions with no success. Call me queen of procrastination. The knees are doing okay, not much improvement but then that was to be expected.
The boy and I watched some Star Trek, I did the washing up, wrote a few more words and called it a day.
Today will be podcast day. I still can’t decide whether I should try to do some exercise today or not. I could definitely walk a bit or ride my bike but I’m oddly reluctant. There will be some teaching. I hope that I will go to bed early. And maybe get over the novel-writing slump.
Wouldn’t that be great?