I almost got enough sleep, woke up 15 minutes before the alarm and skipped my morning routine because I couldn’t be bothered. Was in a bad mood most of the day because my husband left the kitchen after breakfast saying he’d leave me alone til later, then turned around a minute later talking to me about lunch and putting beans on the stove.
Mind you, I know being cranky because of that is unreasonable. It felt like the whole day had imploded which is not an adequate reaction. And when I talked to him about it it brought out all of his frustration with me doing my creative work at the kitchen table, biting everybody’s head off when they show up in a part of the house that is supposed to be for all of us.
There will be further discussion of this topic.
I did get the weekly cleaning started and also locked myself in my studio for half an hour to proofread. I seems half an hour equals four chapters. I’m a third through so far.
Lunch were said beans with rice and ground beef:
I cleaned some more afterwards, in between reading. Only half my students showed up, so there was time in between to vacuum. I still have the washbasins and toilets to clean and need to change the towels but I can probably finish that today.
On ravelry someone mentioned memories of the last leap day which made me look through my pictures. Look, what I found:
That’s me with the guiro, the conga player in the front is a friend of my husband’s and my husband with his guitar in the back. That was just before covid. We knew it was bad in Italy, there had been a few cases here as well but we thought it wouldn’t be bad. Yeah. Two weeks later I was frantically learning how to teach online, I think.
Today will bring another doctor’s visit, frozen pizza for lunch, the usual amount of teaching and then the weekend.
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