I slept for a full nine hours, all the way through my alarm. Wow! And then decided to skip my morning routine in favor of reading in bed. It was way too cold for doing yoga before breakfast.
My husband started the wood stove again, I knit the last few stitches of the last clue of the mystery shawl I’m making and tried figuring out how to proceed because there is a whole lot of 3-stitch I-cord in my future to actually finish it and then I called my mother on the phone.
On her mobile to be precise because she is away from home at a physical rehab facility. After a bit of back and forth I managed to actually call her and we talked a little. She isn’t super happy about her accommodation and feels a bit lonely. Also, she arrived on Wednesday and so far barely anything has happened.
After that I made pasta dough and the did a lot of dishes. How this household generates so many dirty dishes between my dinner and lunch the next day remains a mystery. (Or not, everybody else but me eats leftovers for dinner and the boy eats most of his meals outside of my meal times.)
And then it was time to make trofie while my husband made pesto from scratch. We both worked in the kitchen and didn’t even fight with each other. We also both ended up with back and/or shoulder pain from spending about two hours hunched over table and countertop that are not quite the right height.
I don’t have any pictures from the process but this is what the food looked like when we sat down to eat at 2.20:
And this was my plate:
As you all know I don’t do raw tomatoes, so no salad for me.
The meal was great and very filling. The trofie were a bit too big, thinner and smaller pieces would have been better. And we might do linguine the next time with the pesto, even though trofie are traditional we both weren’t sure if we really liked it.
And the boy showed up for lunch as well. I had to wake him up for it and it was clear his brain was not yet online.
After that I fell into a bit of an afternoon slump. I had had high hopes of started the t-shirt I want to make but, nope. My husband had done a load of laundry, so I hung it up, and then he started the next one and hung that one up himself.
I dealt with the mountain of dirty dishes from making lunch, including two big cutting boards (and a small one) and two baking sheets that I used to store the pasta before boiling it.
I planned the week and went through our itinerary for next weekend’s trip, decided I wanted another beer in the evening and put that in the fridge and then I started writing this post.
I ate some dinner, watched some C-drama, did Duolingo and went to bed.
This week will be super busy and slightly bonkers. Exciting and a bit too much already.
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