Until I looked at my list for the day again after dinner.
I did get enough sleep and even woke up before the alarm and then did the complete morning routine. Talked with my husband while eating breakfast. I wove all the ends in on the blanket-in-progress. Then I really wanted to open the manuscript but somehow time passed and there wasn’t any left.
I did the breakfast dishes and such, debated whether it was too windy to bike to the supermarket, did it anyway and found it was bearable. Biking there is just so much faster than taking the bus. I hit the supermarket in that sweet spot between all the old people leaving and the students from the nearby schools getting lunch.
I biked back home and put the groceries away finding a piece of cheese that must have sat in the bike panier for a whole week. Turned out it survived and was still edible. There was lunch:
There was only enough Chinese cabbage for two, it did look much more before cooking so the boy had to eat something else. While I was out I saw a poster for a protest for diversity and democracy in out town on Saturday and I immediately asked the rest of the family to go there.
I taught many nice students and used the break in between to play the piano. I had forgotten all week that I had assigned a new piece to one of my students, one that I wanted to practice as well. Oops.
I ate dinner, talked with my husband, then held the boy’s hand as he made himself fried potatoes with egg and some vegan Cordon bleu, started writing this post, did Duolingo and the dishes, watched an episode of C-drama while the boy took a shower and went to bed.
The things on my list that I didn’t do were: call the radiologist, do stretches for my feet, watch the replay of the thing I missed the day before and learn Chinese. Well, today’s another day.
The things I did that was not on the list: talk with my son and husband, print new grocery list forms.
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