I mean, we all know how thrilled I am if my plans change at the last minute.
So, turns out going to bed early really does make me feel better.
There was a lot of talking in the morning (good conversations for a change) and really awful goulash for lunch:
We didn’t have the right kind of pasta (not a big problem) and the goulash was slightly burnt, dry and tough with way too many spices and herbs. My husband and I both didn’t finish. The wine, on the other hand, was delicious. It was a gift from one of my husband’s students and I’m sorry but I can’t read the label right now.
At 3 in the afternoon my husband’s friend came back to make music. We had been waiting for words from the percussionist because he wasn’t sure he’d have time to join us. So they played, I looked through old notebooks to figure out how many books I wrote between 2017 and now and how many words that was and then I did the huge pile of dirty dishes.
By the way, I can’t really say how much I wrote because while I did find the records I put in my bullet journals I did not find anything between 2019 and 2022. When I started keeping those records in digital form. I think I should probably go and look on the older laptop. Maybe.
While I was doing the dishes my husband showed up in the kitchen saying that the drummer/trombonist had already left, that he and his remaining friend were both super exhausted and ready to call it quits for the day but that the percussionist had sent an email saying he’d be here at 7.
So I started preheating the oven for frozen pizza for all of us and simultaneously started my vocal warm-up
We had pizza and talked, then went downstairs and made some music and everybody left at 9. But. My plans to watch the Die Hard-storytelling class was shot.
I decided that being done with having people in the house deserved a beer to celebrate and watched an episode of „See My Love“. Yes, all these titles are cringe, sorry. Since I need to wait another two days for the next episode I then watched a bit of Angela Collier’s video on Richard Feynman, decided that retiring to bed to read with a second beer was a splendid idea, spend an hour or so reading, must have dozed off at one point and only brushed my teeth after 1 am.
I might be a tad tired today. And this is just another example of me doing something dumb while being perfectly aware how dumb it is. There’s just a small little voice in my head that says, „It will be fine! This doesn’t make that much of a difference! You can just pretend to be awake and alert, no problem, nobody will notice.“ Right. Sure.
If I were my own child I’d give myself one of those “disappointed while being amused and angry at the same time“-looks. But as with my son that look apparently doesn’t work on me.
Anyways, I’ll try again today.
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