It felt like it was all slump all day but then I looked at the list of things I had actually done

Let’s see: I went to bed half an hour late, slept like a log and then my sleep app told me my readiness for the day was – rest. Which did agree with the way I felt. Two beers and potato chips in the evening do not equal sleeping well.

I almost wandered off researching some thing or other first thing but caught myself in time so that I managed morning pages and yoga. But not meditation. I had breakfast and tried adding a bit of apple to my usual muesli and have to say, still not a fan.

Husband and I talked and then I lounged about and found that the shoe return saga is still ongoing, so I need to do something about that. Again. I might brave the phone later today.

Here’s a picture of my wonky gauge swatch for the Westknits KAL. I went from 2.5 mm needles all the way down to 1.5 at the top.

I still need to wash the swatch and see how it looks after. The yarn is pretty stiff right now, it feels as if there’s still spinning oil in there.

I crocheted a bit and made a list for the day that was rather aspirational. Did the breakfast dishes and went out for a 30-minute walk for exercise.

It looked sunny when I went out but not only was the ground rather muddy and wet, it also started raining pretty hard on my way back.

Good thing I was wearing my new rain jacket.

At home it was time to start the oven to get frozen pretzels ready for lunch and my husband took care of the Weisswürscht:

Not the best pretzels I’ve ever had but definitely better than the ones from around here. White sausages don’t really taste like anything so one needs sweet mustard and beer to get them down, in this case dark beer. The boy and I shared a bottle. I didn’t really need the alcohol.

After lunch the boy and I talked at length about learning and university and being an expert and the expectations he had before going to university.

Then I fell into my usual Saturday afternoon slump. I only got up again around 4, just before my husband asked me to help me with something computer-related.

The plan was to do the weekly cleaning and some website and publishing stuff but instead I sorted through all the books in the kitchen (because I was looking for my book on linguistics because the boy and I had talked about it) and moved a lot of them including the Batwoman comics I bought ten years ago and never read elsewhere.

I changed the battery in the thermometer and hygrometer in the bedroom and put the second summer duvet away and changed the PHP version on my author blog and stared blankly at book cover version 3 and cleaned the small kitchen window next to the sink that was extremely grimy.

I put all the recycling from the basement into the appropriate bins in the garage, vacuumed the old part of the house (my husband had done the annex before), started writing this post, cleaned the washbasin and toilet as well, changed all the towels, and ate leftover Chinese for dinner. Shower didn’t happen because I thought I’d rather go to bed on time but then ended up sitting around for too long anyway.

As I said, I thought I hadn’t done anything. And all I remember from that afternoon are the 90 minutes I sat around playing silly games and reading, not the rest of it.

I originally had planned to meet with a couple of writers online for our weekly check-in but when I realized how low my energy was, I canceled. I’m still all peopled out.

So I guess today should be a rest day.