I guess that’s what you get when you try being over-productive the day before and go to bed way too late.
I wrote very distracted morning pages and then could barely make myself spend 15 minutes on the manuscript. My husband was supposed to leave the house early for a dentist appointment and so I skipped yoga and meditation again.
He went out and I stayed right there on the kitchen bench reading and writing and making my online rounds. My husband came back before I was finished, telling a story of a rather irritating appointment. Insurance hadn’t cleared his treatment plan, so the dentist told him they’d try again and in the meantime he should just get a dental cleaning. The second one this year, only two months after the first one, and also, hey, you’ll need to pay for that out of pocket and also, we just raised the price by 30 euros.
My husband did not get the dental cleaning. He did ask about some tooth ache that he had been having, though.
After that uplifting conversation I wrote some emails, procrastinated the dishes all the way until noon, then finally did them while listening to the piece of classical music for the day (and the day before) and then to some more of the publishing course I’m trying to take.
And then I finally went out for my walk run. I felt very low on energy and grit so I decided to just take it easy and repeat day 2 of the 5K-program instead of doing day 7 or so, like I had planned.
I felt about twice as heavy as usual (I did gain some weight in the past week but not that much) but the sun was shining and I was listening to music. When I came to the train tracks through the woods I was just in time to see the start of this:
It went on for some time, I think I stood there for two minutes or so, it felt like it would never end.
I only had a couple of minutes left until it was time to turn around and I was briefly thinking about turning left instead and taking a different path but I didn’t want to.
I went back home where lunch was ready on time. Very yummy:
There wasn’t all that much time until my first student but I still read a bit and ate some chocolate. My husband got first shower. The boy came downstairs and was a bit disappointed that he had to take care of his own fake meat, we talked a bit but I had to run so I could still shower before work.
I taught many students until almost dinnertime, met the boy for bodyweight training, finally ate dinner while reading and talking to the boy after which I started writing this post while the boy was frying himself some potatoes. We did the dishes after he had finished eating, and then I had just the tiniest bit of time to watch some C-drama before going to bed. Oh, and I helped him study as well.
And yes, today will be just as busy. Not quite as mushy-brained, though, I hope.
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