Since I went to bed so late I also got up late and was very, very slow. I thought I’d have a bit more time than most days after breakfast, so I decided to move writing and yoga to a later time.
Well, I did not have more time than usual.
It seems my husband and I have a lot of talking to do, and by the time we were finished I was late again.
The boy came downstairs somewhere around then. He was a bit out of sorts because the trains and the subway weren’t going as usual. He had to change trains twice and then take a bus that he had never taken before in a place where he had never been before either to get to uni to do his lab work.
So he made the decision to basically skip not only breakfast but also lunch. Fortunately, my husband and I stepped in and provided him with a sandwich, some tomatoes and two slices of store-bought cake that my husband’s friend had brought the day before.
I did the few breakfast dishes and Duolingo and then went to the supermarket where I get the yogurt, to the pharmacy for anti-histamines for my husband and to the health food store. I was humid and so warm that it felt like walking through treacle.
I came back, unpacked everything, listened to my husband talk about a conversation he had with his mother, and then we ate:
It was very tasty.
Then I took a break, read a bit, played a game, and ate some chocolate.
I was very set on starting on time and making real progress. I just wasn’t quite sure on what. Formatting the free short story? Setting up my newsletter? Planning the week?
Next up my husband came to talk with me again. And I remembered that I had promised to set up email on his phone. And he asked me for help with a return package. Which resulted in the two of us going out in the oppressing weather again, so I could show him how to work one of those automated mailing stations and have it print out the shipping label.
When we came back home there was barely anything left of the afternoon. I went into my studio, turned my computer on, watched YouTube while folding laundry, tried sitting down to work and – gave up for the day.
I went back to the kitchen, ate some store-bought cake (no, it didn’t taste good at all and my stomach was not happy about it), tried reading, got annoyed with the novel I’m reading for an online book club (It’s not a bad book at all, it just leaves me a little cold?), started downloading more reading samples, almost bought another book, contemplated reading some non-fiction, spent about half an hour trying to coax my eReader into showing my the cover of two of the books I am currently reading and failing, talked with the boy for a bit who then remembered that he had forgotten to put something away properly but couldn’t do anything about it, talked some more with my husband, ate dinner, started this post, finally did the lunch dishes, watched some C-drama and went to bed.
Today I will do better. And I will work in the living room which is cooler and not as sunny. It’s also slightly distracting when my husband teaches while I try to do something else because hearing „Summer of 69“ for 45 minutes straight can get a little repetitive.
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