Extra tired

Somehow I fell into a YouTube rabbit hole of minimalist packing videos and only found my way to bed about three hours to late.

I mean, what some people call minimalist packing. One had a 30l bag for four days and took cleaning supplies, disposable sheets, a travel bidet, crocs to wear in the shower, a ton of makeup and two sewing kits.

I also watched a video of a person who traveled to Paris for 11 days with a 10l backpack and she included an air mattress because she was staying with friends which I’d call actual minimalist packing.

Anyway, I only slept for 5 1/2 hours which made me somewhat sluggish. My brain fog was not too bad, surprisingly.

I did write morning pages but I interrupted them constantly to look things up, like „skin sobering“ which was something I heard in a video.

Unsurprisingly, I did not open the manuscript. Will this story ever get finished? Only time will tell.

There was yoga and meditation and then breakfast with my husband. I was almost expecting us to have a fight because we both hadn’t gotten enough sleep but we did very well all day. He had stayed up late because of the soccer match the night before which must have been really gripping. Then Germans won in the end.

I only did part of the breakfast dishes, then called my mother on the phone. One of the things we talked about was our upcoming trip to visit her. She doesn’t like that our trip is so short but this is mostly because the boy will be busy with his bachelor’s thesis at the time. Her grumbling about how short our stay will be makes me actually want to stay home altogether.

We kept our conversation pretty short because the plan for the day was to make gnocchi from scratch with veal cutlets. This took a very long time, especially since my husband had found lots of other stuff in the garden that he really wanted to cook as well. So there were gnocchi we made from scratch with tomato sauce, the veal cutlets were made into saltimbocca romana, there were fried zucchini and he cooked some fava beans for protein for the boy:

I ate some chocolate afterwards and prepared myself to fall into an afternoon slump.

But instead I actually tackled the immense pile of dishes, pots and pans which took me a whole hour and I had to even change the dishwater in the middle.

While I was still in the middle of that my husband showed up because he had decided to finally defrost the fridge. We should have done that back in May or so and there were the remnants of an exploded bottle of beer in the freezer compartment which also had made all the seals sticky. Fun times.

I did help a tiny bit but my husband did most of the work. Somewhere in between the boy and I did bodyweight training. I found something to eat for dinner by foraging for scraps of bread and hunting for cheese and butter because everything had been distributed through the house. (We have a second fridge in the annex but some stuff was in the basement as well.)

My husband then proceeded to clean more of the kitchen, specifically places I hadn’t touched in months or more, I did Duolingo, started this post, got interrupted by the boy who wanted me to help him decide some video game stuff that had to do t´with probabilities but at that point my brain was already offline and every number he talked about just made poof! in my head.

I pulled out the spindle for a couple of minutes and got ready for bed.

And now it’s another week. I already looks pretty full from where I sit.