I basically started the slump before getting out of bed. (Note to self: no, reading in bed before breakfast is not a good idea these days. You’re welcome.)
I did manage yoga and meditation, so that was good. And ate breakfast before my husband showed up. I like eating alone, it means I can read. My husband thinks we should pretend to be civilized and sociable and pay rapt attention to what we’re eating.
And then I felt like all the energy was drained out of me. You know the feeling when all you want to do is lie down with a blanket over your head or burst into tears. But I prevailed, chose a somewhat easier run than planned and went outside:
There was more walking than I would have liked but the weather was crisp and sunny and really cold.
There were lots of people out, many of them running. Before leaving the streets I passed a fire engine, and ambulance and the car of the emergency doctor. It looked like maybe two cars had a crash, it was rather confusing and I didn’t stop to gawk.
Back home my husband was already busy cooking. The boy had lunch with my mother-in-law while we ate chili:
Yes for comfort food. (I might also point out that all those beers in my lunch photos are alcohol-free. I’m not that German.)
Afterwards I watched another Facebook live, practiced Chinese for a bit and then decided to practice some more by watching a show on Netflix in Mandarin. Unfortunately there were no Chinese subtitles. I thought about watching it with no subtitles at all but was completely sure I wouldn’t understand a word. Okay, apart from ‚Hi‘, ‚eight‘, ‚500‘ and ‚good‘. I’m getting there. Very slowly.
I had a really nice list in my notebook but didn’t even look at it.
Then I started writing this post, ate dinner, watched ‚Enterprise‘, did all the dishes and wrote a few words on the novel.
Today there will be some cleaning (I hope), lasagna for lunch, all the writing, planning out next week and – stuff. Definitely. I will most definitely not sit around all afternoon watching YouTube. Nope.