For no apparent reason. I did go to bed on time and slept well. Whatever.
I wrote my morning pages and then couldn’t make myself do anything – again. Had a somewhat earlier breakfast than usual and then started talking with my husband. We managed to have a 90-minute conversation that left us both exhausted and cranky and irritated that there had been no space to talk about things like what to have for lunch.
So I went outdoors for a little walk and run:
Yay, sometimes I’m just a ray of sunshine. Moving outdoors did make me feel better, though, and made me realize how much I was spiraling and catastrophizing. You know how it goes, first your fingers hurt and next it’s five years later and you’re completely crippled and unable to make a living. Or all that exhaustion isn’t really about sleep and stress but a tumor or a stroke they just didn’t notice when looking inside my head. Also, all my students will quit and I’ll starve to death. Husband and I will never be on good terms again.
You know, the usual.
As soon as I realize what fun things my brain is making up I’m usually much better. But it often takes me a while to realize.
Lunch was a little strained but very tasty. Well, apart from the lack of salt but that was easy remedied:
Yes, that is kale. And also yes, that is not quite the right kind of sausage but it’s what you can get here. Remind me to buy some the next time I visit my mother. I keep forgetting that I can bring food back that I miss besides licorice.
As I was eating chocolate during my luxurious 15-minute break after lunch my husband showed up again, all sad.
The I took a quick shower before my first student. There was lots of teaching but not for quite as long as the day before. And then I basically became a pile of sloth on the kitchen bench.
I ate dinner, talked with my husband who was in a much better mood, started writing this post, did Duolingo and my foot exercises (not at the same time), wrote a list for today, watched some C-drama and went to bed.
Today should be a little less cramped, fingers crossed.
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