My smartwatch thinks I slept for eight hours. I’m not quite sure but, well, whatever. I did do most of my morning routine but decided to write the daily blog post before breakfast instead of opening the manuscript. Guess who did not open the manuscript yesterday at all?
Yep.
Husband was venting again, we both seem to be constantly stressed for no real reason. I think I need to meditate some more. As we often do on weekends we ended up talking longer than we wanted to and then were late for everything else. Again.
I did call my mother and we talked for 45 minute about everything that happened the last week. It was a pretty nice conversation. And then I went back to the kitchen where my husband was right in the middle of doing the dishes.
I keep being surprised by this but I should really adjust my expectations. After we stopped talking he had gone outside to pick herbs and such, had seen all the slugs and taken care of them and on the way he had folded some clean laundry.
So we finished the dishes together, then sat down to chop all the salad ingredients and then we started transforming the dough my husband had made after breakfast into actual pizza:
This is the dough my husband usually makes by feel but we used our new pizza stone. For the second time. The good news is that we ended up with three pizzas that were actually pretty good. The bad news is that the kitchen was absolutely trashed after, the whole oven was filled with burnt flour and most of the pizza was already cold by the time we sat down to eat.
There will be some more research and experiments. As of now the minimal improvement in pizza quality doesn’t really feel worth the hassle but we’ll see.
Then I took a break, and then I decided to un-trash the kitchen. I had wanted to spend hours and hours on publishing stuff but my husband wanted to finally repair the guitar amp that has been sitting in his studio, disassembled and waiting for many months. There was a point where he had finally put a new part in, tried it out in hope and it was – still broken. He was just about to throw it away when he realized that actually a different part wasn’t working properly. So he fixed that, hurray, the amp was back!
Then he jostled the small table with the amp while vacuuming, it fell to the floor and – was broken again. Including the tubes, of course.
(I actually don’t know if it’s working again or not, I only know that he finished it last night, I haven’t heard about the result yet.)
Anyway, we ended up doing the dishes together, then I finally went to my studio to figure out Affinity Photo and the intricacies of putting a bit of text on top of a picture. And I actually found the mistake I made and I did make a workable version of a cover for my reader freebie. I still have to see how it will look on an ebook reader and in black and white, the text is not as readable as I would like and there are a lot of things not quite as I want but, let’s be honest, this is a cover for a freebie. I really shouldn’t spend any more time on it.
By then it was time to meet with my husband again because he wanted help booking an apartment for his trip with a friend to Italy in June. He had thought things through beforehand very well, and I am familiar with the booking process, so we managed to find something within twenty minutes, it is booked and done.
Then it was time to do bodyweight training with the boy. We both felt like we were making backwards progress. I don’t really think that is true but it’s not an unusual feeling.
We both ate dinner, I folded a load of laundry and hung up another load, started writing this post, finally planned the week, did my foot exercises and managed to get my Duolingo in with just minutes to spare.
I watched an episode of „Word of Honor“ and went to bed.
I’m reading „The Seven-Day Stress Prescription“ by Elissa Epel and so I’ll be practicing to embrace uncertainty starting today. Again.
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