Way too hot and ouch!

I went to bed an hour too late which was not the best idea. I was in a worry spiral because of my injured finger and didn’t sleep all that well.

I woke up as usual and wrote morning pages, I even opened the manuscript for 15 minutes and found that I can type with only nine fingers just fine.

I really wanted to go on my walk/run and since it was very, very hot already at 8.30 I decided to run first and eat later. Which totally threw my husband completely off kilter. He also feels I am being a bit dramatic, he has been having finger pain for months now and no one talks about that. (Well, he keeps telling me it’s much better now, almost non-existent, and refuses to go to the doctor.)

I find sharp pain that wakes me up in the night and that is brand-new a pretty big concern, but well.

I went on my run but it turned out to be way too hot already. I shortened the whole thing and only went for 43 minutes instead of 57, so that I could stay off the shade-less field. I also did not run at all on my way back. Note to self: 9 o’clock is still too late when it’s that hot. 

Then I went home and ate breakfast. While my husband was blanching some celery. I think we both felt the heat and were super stressed so our interactions were not the best we ever had.

Husband then cooked a pretty elaborate lunch, I think he was inspired by the second cucumber of the year. From his garden, I mean. He had taken the first one with him to Italy:

You can’t see the cucumber because it’s in the zaikai. The zucchini is also home-grown. There was also tomato sauce but both the boy and I couldn’t quite figure out how that fit into the meal which made my husband feel even worse. He had gone to all the trouble and no one ate it. At least I made the zaziki:

My husband then left for a nap because he had enough. Oh, and in the heat of cooking this happened:

Some time in the evening the boy and I were looking at that mess, I tried taking the drawer out of the cupboard but failed and then my husband just reached underneath and slid the bottom to the front, problem solved.

The boy and I talked a bit, then it was time to teach. Only four students. The first one switches between guitar and piano and I was lucky because that was a piano week. My left thumb really hurts when I do certain movements but playing the piano is just fine if I don’t stretch my hand too much.

Then another piano lesson and then guitar. I told the student I wouldn’t play at all.

Well.

Did you know it’s possible to fret single notes on the guitar without using your thumb? Yeah, me neither. Then more piano.

I had asked the boy to do the dishes which he did, hurray! And then we did bodyweight training. I scaled everything back that requires hand strength but, interestingly, I can do passable pull-up like moves without using my left thumb as well. And the easiest version of the in-line pushing motion we do.

I ate dinner, talked briefly with my husband, started writing this post, did Duolingo and my foot exercises, watched some C-drama and went to bed.

I think today I’ll walk to the nearby supermarket, I don’t think riding my bike with a botched thumb is a good idea.

Also, not being able to knit is making me cranky.