I had gone to bed more than an hour late. I still did my complete morning routine around my husband tending the fire.
We had a long-ish conversation after breakfast that made me somewhat late for everything else, I then called my mother on the phone, and then leaned into the urge to hyperfocus on my newsletter and website problem.
Lunch was late as well, so I used the time to fold laundry and hang up another load and then we ate rice and lentils:
After that I was very determined to make good use of my time and I did, mostly. The boy didn’t show up in the afternoon at all, I finally tackled my newsletter/website authentification problem and I imported my subscriber list, phew. Oh, and the way I did resolve the issue was by watching the instructional video. Duh.
Next up I need to watch yet another video and read a book. Will that take time? You bet. Do I have that time? Well, that’s unclear.
I went online, I decided I needed more help with the WordPress theme question, saw that there was yet another Udemy sale, found a course that looked promising and bought it. These days I never pay full price for Udemy courses, by the way, I always wait for one of their frequent sales.
My husband and were set to meet so he could learn how to use his health insurance app and get recompensation for a dental cleaning. I am happy to say that we did not strangle each other, we didn’t even fight, and I forcefully stepped in and took over only once. I’m trying.
I watched some more of the publishing course that I’m taking and did all the dirty dishes. I wasn’t even quite finished when the rest of the family showed up for dinner. Or in the boy’s case for bodyweight training. We debated the merits of changing the training program up at length, then decided we’ll continue the current regimen through this week, then test the next cycle for two weeks to see if it’s really as dumb as the boy thinks and the re-evaluate.
We did bodyweight training. It felt like I’m not making any progress at all, right up to the point where I realized the exercise I was just struggling through were full on pushups instead of the ones on my knees that I had intended to do. So, there might be some progress after all.
Then the boy asked me to help him study. I was already faint with hunger at this point because it was past 8 but I didn’t want to eat in a rush so I prevailed, the boy and I talked a bit about a math problem I had found on YouTube that was baffling me (the answer was imaginary numbers, something I did not run across before), he sat down to solve it, got stuck, we watched the video, he got it, and then he tried explaining it to me.
Then I asked him questions about thermodynamics and made the same dumb mistakes as every time before, then I finally ate dinner, with the boy, who was in a talkative mood which meant I had to skip watching C-drama (repeat after me, „people are always a good use of time“), I did Duolingo and my good exercises (first time all week) and went to bed.
Somewhere in there I also finished reading „Guardian: Zhen Hun“, still excellent but the bonus stories in the back were a bit dragging, and I decided which noel to read next and started reading yet another non-fiction book…
The book is „Meditations for Mortals“ by Oliver Burkeman and I found it through a picture of the first page of Chapter 4 that someone posted on Instagram. From that picture I went on hunting it down through Google, and voilà!
And while this morning felt like it should be Sunday, it really isn’t, so I need to scram.
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