I didn’t set an alarm but my watch still woke me up because it told me to stand up already. I woke up at 6.50. Thought, „Oh, I slept in!“ before realizing that with the time shift it was actually an hour earlier.
I got up, decided that it was too late to attempt yoga or anything else because my husband would probably get up at 8 as usual. (He did, and he forgot about the changing of the clocks, as usual.) We talked a bit, I started planning out the week, I called my mother on the phone and then it was time to cook our special Sunday lunch. We found that we didn’t have enough eggplant but made up for it with some bruschetta:
Very yummy. And we even managed to finish cooking on time. Here is our parmigiana di melanzane:
Husband is still in a somewhat bad mood, unfortunately. I can totally sympathize.
The boy and I talked about him going to university, which one to choose and how to enroll. I could help him with some google-fu. He will need to go to Munich because him living at home will be cheaper. He had tried finding the necessary information before but I am more experienced with both university and website navigation.
We did the dishes.
After that I took a break and finished reading „Headstrong“ by Eden Finley. I’m feeling a bit meh about the book. I liked the beginning and the ending but in between I almost abandoned the book mid sex-scene. I am not quite sure what to read next, I could continue „Crossfire“ by Lindsay Buroker which I like but don’t find all that gripping, read the first „Malory Towers“-book by Enid Blyton that I read over and over as a teenager in a German translation and just found again last week, or start „Mad about Ewe“ by Susannah Nix which sounds promising.
I watched a video about neuroplasticity and some other stuff, did two loads of laundry, played Duolingo and found that it was already time for dinner.
The boy and I watched another rather bad episode of „Star Trek Enterprise“. It’s sad, the whole thing could have made for a compelling story if they just had done it rather differently. We mostly stopped the show every five minutes or so to debate military tactics, physics and the art of story-telling. We looked up at least four things on Wikipedia, sometimes while the show was playing on. I even found myself telling the boy the story of how Mathias Rust landed his Cessna on the Red Square in Moscow.
I had a very lovely list for the day that included revising 25 pages of one novel and spending at least 25 minutes writing new words for another but somehow there never was time. I will have to change something today.
I then went on to watch another episode of „Find Yourself“ (because that’s apparently more important than writing or such things) and went to bed around ten.
Today there will be running, hopefully new words, yoga and some email and watching ‚Torchwood‘ in the evening.