I didn’t get enough sleep. And yes, I should just stop mentioning it but even though it’s a daily occurrence it still bugs me. And I am very tired.
I wrote my morning pages, opened the manuscript and balked. No chance of writing, I just felt like I couldn’t. I spent a bit of time staring at the manuscript and then gave up. I did yoga but didn’t want to meditate as well. I was super grumpy even before not writing, you can imagine my mood after.
At least we were pretty early with breakfast, so that was nice. I had a packed day planned so I was very happy about that. Then my husband started talking about one of those bigger grievances. The words „moral urgrund“ were uttered and we almost launched into an even lengthier discussion of ethics.
All those shenanigans ate a massive chunk of our morning, of course.
We still managed to get at least some stuff done. And that conversation meant I almost finished the cabled part of the sock I’m knitting.
I went for my walk/run, I copied an invoice for my mother-in-law, I got pictures of my husband’s niece’s triplets from said niece so I can show them to my mother-in-law from my phone, I got a text from my mother with the make and serial number of her kitchen sink so I could go hunting for a replacement part, and I waited for two packages that arrived with two different mail persons from DHL.
On the bright side, the yarn I need to continue with the sweater-in-progress is here. And here’s a pictures from my time outdoors:
My husband was super busy as well and made a yummy lunch. He is still a bit at odds with the cast-iron frying pan:
The burnt bits scraped right off, no problem.
Then I only had a little time for a break before I needed to take a shower and then teach. My last student of the day rescheduled, so I had an early evening.
Which was rather helpful because I had a workshop scheduled over Zoom. This time from a writing group that doesn’t meet often. We had a presentation from a „book mentor“. I have to confess that I left after only forty minutes or so because I was tired and the information did not seem relevant to me.
My tolerance for Rilke quotes and neuro-linguistic programming lingo that evening was apparently very low.
The plan was to watch something and do Chinese but instead the boy showed up in the kitchen. We talked and read parts of things we found online out loud to each other. Among these things from the new coalition agreement between the two German parties trying to form a government including the lyrical gem of “auf Freiwilligkeit basierendes Wehrdienstmodell“ which means a model of military conscription based on voluntariness that had us almost literally on the floor laughing for some reason. Or looking up the main language spoken in Tunisia (a local Arabic like I thought and not French like the boy thought) because I had mentioned Roberto Blanco (a Cuban-German schlager singer who was born in Tunis), all because the boy was talking about some kind of metal music (power metal?) and people whose first language was German pronouncing English completely wrong. After I again put the stress in an English word on the wrong syllable. After which he told me about his own deteriorating English last night when he talked to his American friend online.
Then I let myself fall into a YouTube rabbit hole and eat half a package of grissini. Which resulted in almost immediate hot flashes and a late bedtime again. Hmpf.
I’m sure today will be absolutely lovely. It’s T-2 on Easter break now.
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