I don’t have a lot of time today again.
Yesterday showed me yet again that I get more done when I don’t have as much time. If it doesn’t matter when I do something I usually just don’t do it at all.
I did not write new words yesterday but I did sit down in the afternoon and worked on proofreading book 2 which is good.
I went to the nearby supermarket and came back with some food, the last two boxes of rubber gloves in the shop, bafflement about how someone managed to put all the 1.5% milk where the 3.5% milk should go and the space on the shelf for the skim milk completely empty. And that was not the only place in the supermarket where I could observe that tactic.
Still no crispbread, I had looked online for the kind we like and it said there were „only a few packages“ left. Well, it’s the same number of packages as the last two times I look which is zero. There is even one package visible behind all the others that rolled off while restocking. It sits on a concrete column between the shelves. I walked all the way around, took a few packages of tea off the shelf on the other side and saw that that was another package of the kind that doesn’t taste good and crumbles to pieces if you do as much as look at it sideways.
So I came back home from grocery shopping just to make yet another list for a few crucial missing items. Like milk, mango chutney and crispbread.
Lunch was soup:
I wove a lot of ends in but am still not done with that. So I pulled the sock-in-progress out again.
I taught two students and in between did my proofreading and played piano for half an hour.
The boy went to the doctor to have him look at his toenails and got a referral. It’s nothing really important but good to have it looked at.
My husband almost finished cleaning his mother’s balcony.
In the evening I had a hard time leaving the table after dinner again, so I decided to read instead of watching C-drama. I am still enjoying „Cursed under London“ but I also started reading two other novels and want to continue with those as well.
It’s always a little strange to me when other writers say they don’t enjoy reading anymore. I mean, yes, I can take everything apart and find fault with it if I want to but I can also just enjoy it as is. It’s the same with music. Yes, I am picky but I can also just let things wash over me for fun without taking them apart in my head.
I did not turn the lights out at 10 but I was close. And today I get to go to Munich and meet a friend which is very exciting.
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