I woke up at 5.30 but was still so slow that I didn’t get started early enough to write before breakfast. I vastly enjoyed yoga and meditation, though, and am feeling as if I’m slowly getting back into that special meditation head space. Well, for ten seconds at a time.
My husband didn’t want to get up either and the boy looks rather pale and drawn, he had been working on the handout for a presentation all day the day before in between classes and such and only after dinner did he start studying for his chemistry test. He did not get a lot of sleep. And not for the first time this week. I thoroughly disapprove.
The plan was to clean the house but after talking with my husband in the morning and crocheting a bit I spontaneously opened the novel and wrote for half an hour. Then did a few chores, helped my husband peel potatoes and such and wrote some more. Made tsatsiki. Lunch was late but I still had a little time between eating and teaching. Lunch was excellent:
I taught my first student online, wrapped a few presents, taught the next student in person, put the presents into a package and mailed that. Then two more students, ‚Discovery‘ and ice cream with the boy, then a really huge pile of dishes while the boy was talking about his frustrations with German class in school and then I got ready for bed. And I only went to bed about half an hour too late.
Today there will be the running, the writing and a little cleaning because I can skip cleaning on Friday but I really don’t want to skip it for a whole week. Bonus points for writing lots of words or for cutting out fabric, either would be good at this point.