I mean, I could have been embarrassed about going to bed at 1 am but I actually wasn’t. I did feel a but dumb but it was totally my decision and nothing to be ashamed of. It also was not a good decision.
So this time my alarm did go off but that meant I only got 5 1/2 hours of sleep, so definitely not enough. I tried writing morning pages but went off to play with my phone again instead.
I talked with my husband and knitted a bit and I started that process where one gathers things from around the house into a pile to prepare for a trip. And later I made a list. I did the breakfast dishes and listened to YouTube videos and I felt very, very tired. I took a shower and decided what to wear that day and on the weekend and squished my clothes for the weekend into a tiny packing cube. I gathered cables and pouches and my knitting and checked that there was still shampoo and lotion and such in the tubes I had filled in August.
Meanwhile my husband had once again run into the problem that a) everything takes longer than anticipated, even when you take that into consideration and b) other people not adhering to his schedule. So annoying. There was lunch:
He did cook lunch extra early because I needed to get away to my dermatologist appointment.
I had a weird spot I wanted to show them but I had also scratched that weird spot recently enough that it was all scab at that point. Which meant the doctor couldn’t really see anything. Duh. (I mean, who could have known that I would get a dermatologist appointment the next week? The next appointment after that would have been in February 2025.) Having to admit that I’m the kind of person who scratches every blip on her skin to death even though I’m an adult and know better was indeed embarrassing. Not doing so almost impossible.
So I got a tube of steroid cum antibiotic salve to use twice daily and if the spot is still there after 3 to 4 weeks I’m supposed to return.
There was still enough time to go and get chocolate after that so I did that and ate it all right away. Yes, I am perfectly aware that lack of sleep does a number on your impulse control. I wouldn’t have needed that reminder. At least I had a bit of a break before my first student.
During which I found that my cover designer had sent me a second draft. Much better. Unfortunately, I don’t know when I will have the head space to answer her back but I’m hoping soon. I only have to make up my mind if I like the title being gold. I mean, I don’t like it for sure but it might be a good choice anyway. Something to mull over.
I ended up having more breaks than I thought because one student canceled and another one was a bit late. I used that time to unearth the self-publishing planner/checklist and cross some things off. And I also ate dinner.
After my last student I talked a bit with the rest of the family, especially the boy who had just gotten up. We hadn’t talked about the trip beyond saying that we’d start today around 10 and come back on Sunday.
Then I charged all my devices, wrote this post, did my foot exercises while making tea and watched half an episode of C-drama while knitting. For once I managed to go to bed at a reasonable time.
And soon we’ll be on a train to Leipzig.
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