I went to bed almost on time, slept well and woke up after almost 8 hours of sleep. And then I did my complete morning routine again, including measuring my blood pressure. Which was normal again. No new words again as well, I’m still re-reading what I wrote before.
My husband and I talked a lot and agreed that we both feel better not traveling this year. A couple of weeks ago we decided to go to Prague and somewhere in Italy this year but looking at the year as a whole and at everything else that might be happening we’re cool with staying home. We both want to go on little excursions nearby but that’s completely different.
I called my mother on the phone, I told her about my doctor’s visit and somehow we ended up discussing my hairstyle yet again. Telling her that we’ve been disagreeing about this issue since I was about seven years old and that no amount of telling me how much better I would look with short hair will make me cut it off didn’t make much of a difference either.
Meanwhile my husband had started cooking while also looking at the sliding door leading to the annex. Fortunately cleaning that door worked, phew. Lunch wasn’t too shabby either:
After lunch I took a break and then started watching lessons from a course about publishing while mending two of my husband’s sweaters.
We ended up doing three loads of laundry that day, whites, darks and one load of wool. I also had wanted to do some other things but in the end I barely managed to plan the week until it was time to meet the boy for bodyweight training. Afterwards we ate dinner, I went off to play silly iPad games, then started writing this post while the boy was taking a shower, we did the dishes together, I watched part of a C-drama episode and went to bed.
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