As is often the case, when I have a bit more time I get less done.
I seem to have settled for a bedtime between 11 and 11.30 which means I get an hour less sleep than I need on the regular. I did manage to write some new words and my morning pages but skipped the yoga and meditation yet again.
The whole day was full of misunderstandings and emotional conversations up to the point where the tension headache I had all day turned into a sharp piercing pain at my left temple for a bit in the morning. Speaking of pain my feet seem to be a little better and I would have said my arthritic fingers are fine by now until I took my midday painkillers too late. Oops. It is getting better, though, so I’m sure the current flare will subside soon.
It was one of those days, I made several mistakes while crocheting and had to rip back not only the last four rounds on this:
Because I had used the wrong color yarn, I also made the exact same mistake a couple rounds further along.
I went for a walk that helped clear my head and gave me very exciting ideas for the next part of the novel in progress:
There was risotto for lunch:
There were more conversations and some teaching and by the time I was finished with that and had plans to work on publishing tasks I was completely out of energy up to the point where I spent almost two hours staring blankly into space (okay, I did Solitaire and went on social media) it was already too late.
The boy wanted some help in writing a Christmas card to an aunt, I tried roping my husband in because I was so low on energy and I didn’t want him to feel left out, that led to a series of misunderstandings again that took hours to sort out, the boy took his shower late and I started watching something at the time I should have turned the lights out.
So, splendid day, let’s hope today is better.
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