So much so that I stopped the painkillers.
I slept in until 6.30 and did my morning routine without the writing. I’m not quite sure if I’ll ever write again I seem to be rather blocked still.
The boy got up at 10.30 without prompting, that was unusual. I did the dishes and practiced Chinese and talked with my husband (there might have been another misunderstanding and resulting debate) and then I went for a walk instead of a run because of my back:
It was almost freezing outside but very pretty.
Full of people. I was listening to music and enjoying myself and really wanted to run but didn’t.
My husband made lunch:
There was quite the heated discussion over lunch and then the boy and I did the dishes.
And that was it for me for the day. I had lofty goals and plans but in the end I succumbed to the Saturday slump. Almost finished a novel, watched a lot of Youtube, the usual.
The boy and I watched an episode of ‚Eternal Love‘ over dinner and then I just kept sitting there, watching more Netflix for too long. Another talk with my husband, then I started writing this post and went to bed way too late.
Today there will be some yoga, the weekly phone call with my mother, lots of talking, I guess, and maybe I’ll even get something done. We’ll see.