I actually managed my complete morning routine, so that was something. I had fallen back asleep after the alarm and had started my day late but still.
I also was extremely fuzzy-brained yet again. I did the usual morning things, and went off to the health food store.
The big fight with my husband the day before did clear the air and made us both feel closer to each other and better understood. It would be great if we could get there without the drama but, well, we’re working on it.
My husband made all the things for lunch and I only helped a very small bit:
That is tomato rice with olives, fried romana salad with pine nuts and dried apricots, crumbled manouri cheese, stuffed vine leaves (also homemade) and some chopped spring onions.
Here’s my plate:
The salad, spring onions, vine leaves and the many herbs are all from my husband’s garden. It was all rather delicious even though we ended up not eating the romana stalks because they were way too bitter.
I even managed to do the dishes after lunch. Well, half the dishes, the boy hadn’t eaten yet and so I had to leave half the pots. I did try to take a little break before teaching but the boy then came downstairs and we talked instead. Which was very nice but I totally forgot about the time until I heard the annex door swing shut when my first student arrived.
(I’m training my students to ring the doorbell and I try shutting the annex door in a way that it can’t be pushed open from the outside while my husband encourages everyone to just wander in so he doesn’t have to get to the door all the time. So now some of my students just push the door open as well because he told them it was fine.)
At least I heard him.
I’m really happy that my commute is just a few meters. Ahem.
I taught all the students until past dinnertime and used the break in between to finally write the email to the piano tuner. Or rather his office person. Not sure if I should have sent it to him directly or not but then I also wasn’t sure if I should talk to him or his son. We’ll see what happens, I guess.
I ate a late dinner and started eating the cantuccini one of my students had brought me from her vacation in Italy. I thought I’d just eat a few.
Well, let’s just say that box of cookies doesn’t exist anymore.
Just when I was about to decide what to do next on my extensive evening routine list the boy showed up again and ate dinner. I was happy to see him and to talk for a bit which in this case mostly consists of both of us showing the other one things on Twitter.
We totally forgot all about time until it was past ten, then I decided to throw all my plans out, just do Duolingo and watch something.
Something turned into one episode of „Spy x Family“ and another full episode of „Handsome Siblings“ and then I decided to finally try out some exercises for my arthritic fingers. I only did them half-heartedly from the memory of looking them up the day before.
Well, what can I say, those exercises hurt like hell but – this morning all my finger joints felt like 60% better, less stiff and almost pain-free. Duh.
Mind you, the doctor told me to rest the fingers as much as I can and take the painkillers until the inflammation is gone and only then to start doing exercises or stretches. But. I’m almost out of painkillers and the fingers weren’t really getting better.
So I guess I’m adding finger exercises to my long, long list of things to do.
I did not sleep well and am somewhat tired today (I’m blaming the cookies) but my brain seems a bit less fuzzy. Whatever.
I think the chronic pain and the monitoring of „Is it better? Is it worse? What did I do now to aggravate my feet/fingers/back/knees?“ is constantly draining some energy. Not only physical energy but also mentally.
I guess I’ll try some more and the report back.
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