I woke up at 6.50 and decided I had enough time to read for ten minutes or so before doing my morning routine. Right. Forty minutes later I slowly rolled out of bed. Skipped yoga and such, ate breakfast, talked with my husband while weaving ends in on the next two crochet blanket squares and then I started my day very, very slowly. I wrote morning pages and read stuff on the internet, went on Ravelry and read a bit more.
I did the dishes and finally got on my bike for a bit of exercise around 12.30.
This time I took the picture before reaching the next town over. Not pictured here are the hordes of people out and about, a lot of them in groups, some with little wagons holding coolers and blasting music.
Came back after half an hour to a husband who told me there would be lunch in ten minutes. We ate 20 minutes later. If I had known I could have taken a shower in between. Lunch was one of our very favorite meals, pasta e fagioli:
I took a nice break after that and when I looked up again I had almost finished „Hither, Page“ and the afternoon was almost done. I had had a big craving for licorice all afternoon and after hanging up the load of laundry I had started before leaving the house and doing the dishes a second time I walked to the supermarket and got myself some quality junk food.
By then it was almost time for dinner so I ate all the potato chips, gummy bears and chocolate.
Did Chinese, started writing this post, finally took a shower at 9 and watched some C-drama.
Today I will call my mother on the phone, plan out the week, maybe open the manuscript, maybe start sewing the buttons on the cardigan that has been almost finished since June and if the weather is nice enough we might eat lunch at a beer garden. It might be the last nice day for the year.