That week felt a little whirlwind-y.
It started with my husband having a medical checkup. He had to leave the house at the same time as the boy and then was gone for hours and hours. I tried not to panic and reminded myself that Monday mornings are always super-busy at the doctor’s office. And that he would probably have to do a stress electrocardiogram.
Everything checked out fine and he came back home with a clean bill of health.
Then I recorded the podcast episode wearing my new cardigan for the first time:
Tuesday was rather confusing because the boy didn’t know if he had school or not until the last minute. (Turned out he didn’t, in the end.) Then I had to rearrange all plans for the day, teach a lot of students and ended up not writing the second day in a row. The not-writing continued most of the week, by the way.
Wednesday was the day the boy had to pack for his upcoming trip which meant he texted me repeatedly while I was teaching all the students again, and then we spent the evening getting stuff ready. I did do some writing in the morning, though. And then ran through muddy woods:
On Thursday the boy left for his weekend-workshop-thing, I got the podcast ready for publishing and taught all the students again. We had celeriac root soup for lunch (notice the decoration my husband added for Instagram):
And on Friday I taught even more students after running in the morning instead of cleaning the house because I knew I’d be away on Saturday. I decided to frog the Advent calendar knee highs and make regular socks instead:
The highlight of the day was having lunch with my husband at the Asian restaurant around the corner:
Saturday saw me leaving for the Vaterstetten wool market later than planned because when you’re expecting overnight guests it is a good idea to prepare at least a little. I went to Vaterstetten, looked at the pottery market, got three beautiful bowls:
Walked around the wool market twice, pondered all the yarn and fiber and bought – nothing.
I am becoming pickier and pickier regarding yarn and fiber. Here I didn’t like the fiber content, there the color was just a little off from what I wanted, there the color saturation was a little low, it went on and on. I really enjoyed the market anyway. They even had some Bavarian music (not my favorite but they were looking so nice there):
So I took myself back to Munich again to get something to eat.
Excellent burger. For once I was brave enough to ask for no tomatoes and onions.
I had this romantic notion of sitting in a café writing but in the end I just finished editing the Eva Mandel short story that is supposed to become a freebie for my newsletter, read a novella, went on to get ice cream but was thrown off by the queue going halfway around the block and just stepped back on a train home.
I had had plans to go to an exhibition about the German Vogue magazine on Sunday but just was so exhausted and in need of a recharge that I stayed home instead. My husband, his keyboarder friend and I went out for lunch:
And this is what my husband had:
I spent the afternoon watching Youtube videos and doing research for novel stuff. I’m trying to find out what sub-genre the trilogy belongs in. So far the answer seems to be ‚none that exists already‘ – oops.
So. Tomorrow afternoon the boy will be home again and then I’m really hoping that things will be back to normal. (I can hear you all chuckling from over here.)
My main focus will be to do more writing and especially more sleeping, two things that always go hand in hand for me.