And yes, these two things often go together.
I managed to stay up until 12.30 again the night before, so I was not all that well rested. I did force myself to write morning pages but then was very slow and decided to skip yoga in favor of eating breakfast alone.
My mood was not the best because I had declared sleep to be my top priority again and again had not actually made it a priority. Also I am behind on writing, feel overwhelmed and my feet hurt. Grumble.
My husband and I talked about something that needed my full attention while I was trying to figure out the next part in the Westknits KAL. I even had to interrupt him at one point so I could watch a video on how to set it up. So I was cranky because of fiddly knitting as well. The morning went on very slowly and I lost an hour somewhere in there.
And I went to the health food store instead of going for a walk in the woods. A walk would probably lifted my mood but well, we were out of cheese and chocolate.
The boy had plans to go to university after lunch so my husband had to actually have lunch ready at one. I had primed him so successfully that we all ate at 12.30, there was homemade pizza:
By the way, that plate that I only use for pizza because it’s bigger than our usual plates is one I got as a parting gift from the school where I taught for a couple of years. The musical notes are a mistake-ridden version of „Oh, Tannenbaum“. It’s awful, the plate always gives me an ear worm and the urge to fix the mistakes. The musical instruments are also not quite right, ugh.
Oh, and I ate two pieces and the one you’re seeing here already has a bit cut off.
Then I sat around reading and playing games and debating what to do first, take a shower or do the dishes. So I sat there long enough that there was only time for a quick shower. I basically had to sprint over to the annex for my first lesson, my hair still dripping wet.
There was teaching and meeting a potential new student. I like them and they’ll start regular lessons next week.
I wrote an email to the cover designer to accept the last version I got. And then I got another email because of the shoes that I returned that weren’t booked back in, you might remember.
Anyway that email meant I had to download a form, fill it in with information that I first had to go find and then I was left – again – with the need to find a tracking number for my return package and proof of said return. I downloaded the form and filled it out and uploaded it again. I wrote an email to the original seller to ask for the tracking number after having looked for one for twenty minutes or so. Then I talked to the boy who said something like, „But you have to have a receipt“ and my brain clicked, I tried a different search term and found an email that said the package got accepted by the carrier, yes!
Oh, and do you know how I figured out which day in June I had sent the parcel? I read through my blog for that month. And now you know why over-documenting your life can be useful.
Fingers crossed that the information I sent will be enough and I don’t have to deal with this wretched return in the future.
Then I ate too much for dinner, played some more games, started writing this post, did a very short Duolingo lesson, tackled the dishes at 9.30, played „Gris“ for a bit and went to bed.
I did not write any new words but I thought about the new story constantly.
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