I had a pretty good start into the day with my complete morning routine. Writing is very slow but there is progress so that’s good. I think I need more thinking time and time to mull things over in the back of my mind for the story but the back of my mind is in a bit of a panic right now with all the emotional stuff my husband and I keep talking about.
And that filled most of yesterday. I also went to the pharmacy, the tea shop and the health food store with a bonus round because I left the grocery list at home. When my husband found it he called me which was great but I did decline his offer of reading it out to me. The next time I should ask him to take a picture with his cell phone and send that to me via text. We should probably practice that first, though.
In the meantime he had started making pizza and salad but was seriously impacted by the complete lack of olive oil. So I rushed back and helped. (I’m not all that clear on why not having olive oil on hand meant he didn’t chop the salad ingredients but I guess he just got stuck in the process. You know how it is.)
So lunch was pretty late:
After that there were more conversations, first with my husband, then with the boy and a too short break until my first student.
I was finished with teaching early but didn’t really manage to get anything done after. I ate two dinners for emotional support. So, yes, I am actually eating less sweets and such but I’m more than making up for it in almonds, dark chocolate (no, that doesn’t count as a sweet, shh) and cheese.
When I was finished the boy came back home all full and wanting to talk, and we did that, looked up the measurements of the coat we ordered for him, debated which Warhammer skin he should buy and how he had managed to go on a train in the wrong direction when going to uni, then there was the still ongoing conversation with my husband that meant spending another hour or so and then I just sat there for a while, unable to get going on the next thing I needed to do until the boy showed up again and helped me with the dishes.
Oh, and the light over the kitchen counter keeps popping out of its socket again, this time on the other end.
I couldn’t really bring myself to watch TV after that but didn’t want to go to bed right away as well, I think my husband showed up again to remind me about bedtime (insert more conversation and such) and then I made a list for today, pulled out the spindle and spun for ten minutes and watched the start of a C-drama episode.
I went to bed too late.
The potholder is making progress:
Wish me luck for an insane teaching day after only 5 1/2 hours of sleep. Will report back tomorrow.
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