And I even went to bed on time the night before! These two things might be related.
I did most of my morning routine, including writing new words. It was one of those days where writing feels like wading through treacle and then once I look at my word count I find it went really fast.
I only did half of what I wanted to, there was another long conversation with my husband after breakfast, I ordered a replacement living room lamp, I did the breakfast dishes while listening to music and a podcast, I folded two loads of laundry at one point and helped to make lunch:
I’m not a big fan of spaghetti alla puttanesca because I don’t really like olives, capers and anchovies. I had some chocolate and cookies afterwards.
Then I sat with the boy while he ate lunch, did the dishes, did a quick vacuum of the old part of the house and waved a rag in the direction of the washbasin and toilet before jumping in the shower. I hit my weekly Zoom check-in with other authors two minutes late with wet hair but I was there.
The meeting was really nice, as always, and wasn’t overly long this time.
After that the three of us had dinner together, some frozen samosas and falafel and prosecco. Not quite a classic combination:
We had a rather enjoyable meal with a conversation about language learning and fluency and then went to the living room to watch our weekly episode of ‚Columbo‘ which was excellent, as always.
I spent most of that episode knitting one measly row only to find that in my excitement during the afternoon meeting I had started the next color on row too early. (I kept wondering why the main color was hanging off the other end but never stopped to really think about it.) So for the second half of the show I unknit two rows at once which turned out to be a mistake with that grabby a yarn:
It took 45 minutes to untangle that yarn and wind it back onto the ball. At least then I could continue knitting.
And after that I made the dumb decision to get myself a beer and watch some more TV which ended up with lights out past midnight. I knew it was the wrong decision while I was making it and the boy looked at me with that slightly exasperated expression and said, „Mom, better don’t have that beer.“ He was right, I also knew it and then I went and did it anyway.
I mean, I wasn’t drunk or anything but the better course of action would have been to turn the TV off, get up from my chair, maybe make myself a cup of chamomile tea and read a bit. Not watch 1 1/2 episodes of C-drama and then falling down a „just 5 more minutes!“-YouTube rabbit hole.
Well, I still got up at six this morning. I am expecting a massive afternoon slump today though, ahem.
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