So much so that I actually wrote a few new words. I tricked myself into it by thinking that I only needed to open the manuscript and read for a bit. I only worked for 15 minutes but, hey, better than nothing.
I’m still coughing and not 100% so the only thing on my list for the morning was taking a shower.
Lunch was simple and pretty good. My husband still finds everything too salty so the food was a little bland and I put some extra salt on:

Lunch was early enough for a nice little break before teaching.
All the lessons were going well, lots of guitar students and I was happy that my voice was much better. Of course I then just talked so much that things were getting a little worse in the evening.
One of my students didn’t show and I used that time to write emails and other messages to students. The cover designer wrote to ask if I was happy with the design. Oops. I answered back that I was sorry and will get back to them next week because I’m sick. Which means I now have a deadline for the cover feedback and blurb.
And then I opened a news site and saw the announcement of a public transportation strike for – Friday. Which means the boy will have major trouble getting to his exam that day.
I briefly thought about asking someone to drive him, about renting a car and driving him myself (in morning rush hour through a city where everybody needs to get to work without using the subway or busses.
Anyway, I booked him a hotel room ten minutes on foot from the university for the night before. The regular trains will keep running, so he should be able to make his way back home after the exam. If push comes to shove he might have to walk for 75 minutes to the nearest train station. Not ideal but doable, even with carrying pajamas and a toothbrush.
And now he is a bit stressed out by having to check in to a hotel on his own and because he is anxious he’ll oversleep. He will take his extra loud vibrating alarm clock, though.
After discussing that and booking the room I finally ate dinner and then waited for the boy who said he’d eat and then be right back so I could help him study.
He was not right back.
I had put off doing anything else but read (I started reading Cat Sebastian’s „After Hours at Dooryard Books“ that morning because all the other books seemed boring which happens) and just when I decided to pull out my video game he finally showed.
We set to work and discussed logistics for Friday, then I started writing this post, made a list for today, played some more and went to bed. Oof.






