I went to bed at a reasonable time, set my alarm and promptly overslept. So I did get eight hours of sleep.
I did my complete morning routine including shining a bright light into my face for half an hour. I am pretty happy that I have done yoga every day this month with only one exception.
There was breakfast and talking with my husband and sitting around lazily. There was all the laundry and the usual dishes and no exercise again.
My husband made lunch while I was looking up how to repair a zipper on his jacket:
My husband has been super motivated to finally tackle the mess we’ve been accumulating the past few years and so there were a lot of moments where we had to decide what to keep and what to throw out and where to put stuff. I have to say I’m already feeling better with the slow progress he has been making in the annex.
But the crowning glory was this:
This lamp has been broken for years. The fluorescent tube broke a couple of years ago, so I bought a new one. When we put it in it kept losing contact and going out. My husband tried sticking things into the slot, we spent a couple of weeks trying to learn how to wiggle it just so and then we gave up. All the cooking and dishwashing and such we did after dark had to be done by the sad light of the lamp over the kitchen table.
But. Yesterday my husband decided to drill a hole through the lamp so he could take a wire to fix the tube to the fixture. We were both a bit cautious, though, drilling through without being able to look at what is inside didn’t seem like a good idea. So I thought, why not drill through the silicone he used to basically glue the lamp to the wall? (Yes, all of the repairs in this house are done according to the highest craftsman standards, cough.)
And that was it. He drilled through the silicone, threaded a piece of (insulated) wire through, twisted the ends together and that finally pressed the tube into the fixture in a way that means when we press the switch the light turns on. And stays on. Phew.
Who knew that would make such a difference? My husband also put the big basket upstairs that has been sitting in the living room waiting for the boy to finally take it up the attic. It held his stuffed toys and was sitting against a wall that became moldy. (Don’t worry, the stuffed toys were inside a big trash bag. The basket got moldy but the bag and the plushies inside didn’t.) My husband had cleaned the basket and while he did that the boy had put the trash bag in the attic. And that was it.
We have bold plans of mounting the living room lamp we bought in 2019 (I think) next and hanging the cabinet that has been sitting in the living room since 2020 or so.
Anyways. I spent the whole afternoon eating cookies and playing silly games, trying to get myself going and failing.
Around 9 the boy and I were sitting in the kitchen looking at Twitter when it turned out we both still wanted to take a shower.
I went first because my bedtime is earlier. Than I started writing this post while he was holding his phone under my nose in regular intervals, I did Duolingo, had a beer in front of TV and went to bed.
I have high hopes of getting more stuff done today. I mean, I’m all rested now. Obviously.
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