I didn’t quite get enough sleep but woke up at 6 from the alarm. The boy had told me in advance that he wouldn’t get up at 6, so at least I knew.
I wrote my morning pages right away and tried a new strategy for getting my writing in for the first time. I took my laptop with me to bed, set a timer and wrote for 30 minutes. Then I did yoga and meditated for 3 minutes.
My husband had shown up somewhere between the writing and the yoga to let me yoga in peace. After he came over and started the wood stove.
There was breakfast and lots of talking again, this time less emotional and deep which was rather nice. We’re starting to make plans for December and for fun things we could do together.
I finished the shawl-in-progress. And decided to add the wavy border to it which means I’m not quite finished yet. I’ll probably be sorry soon but the border looks really great.
I did the breakfast dishes while listening to a piano piece by Ligeti. I have no idea where I might have heard it before but it sounded really familiar.
I put my five finger shoes on and walked up and down the annex corridor for ten minutes. It felt both wonderful and a bit too much. And then I switched to orthotics and regular sneakers again and went for a fast walk:
I only walked as far as the train tracks through the woods because I didn’t want to overdo things.
Meanwhile the wood stove had gone out and my husband had stoked it again which meant lunch was late. Fortunately, Monday is the day where we both start teaching later so it was not a big deal. I used that time to take a shower. Lunch was inspired by leftover ground beef:
The boy came downstairs when we were both still sitting there talking. As my husband remarked, ever since changing the way he cooks lunch we haven’t had a single fight at lunchtime. That is certainly worth not eating three different things every meal.
I had plans for my break between lunch and teaching but ended up talking with the boy. I asked him to do the dishes which was really helpful. And then I went teaching. I had an unexpected break between students because of a cancellation that I used to tell some of my Wednesday students the there will still be lessons despite it being a school holiday.
After the last student left I had another brief conversation with my husband, ate some cheese toast for dinner, started writing this post, did Duolingo and my foot exercises, gave up on picking up stitches for the shawl border, watched an episode of C-drama and went to bed.
Today we will try to get the old living room lamp off the ceiling and mount the new one. The one that has been sitting in a box for years now.
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