I went to bed at midnight, never a good sign, wrote morning pages, opened the manuscript, managed one sentence and closed it again. Felt crushed by the still undone cover feedback and blurb but completely unable to do anything.
I have an eye doctor appointment today and it has been paralyzing me for days. Sigh. And all of this when I’ll only talk to the doctor briefly to figure out how, when and where to get my cataract surgery.
But, even though I’m still coughing and sniffling like crazy, I did do yoga for the first time in weeks. Yeah! I started day 1 of the easiest yoga routine I know and every single pose hurt like crazy. I really hate starting over again and again but since the only alternative is giving up…
My husband started a fire in the wood stove because it was so cold and then we had our traditional fight over breakfast because I was overtired. I mean, we don’t always fight when I am sleep deprived but the chances are much higher than usual.
The start of the fight was that my mushy brain couldn’t figure out that half past seven is not 8.30. It makes more sense in German where you say „half eight“ to 7.30 and my brain made that into 8.30 because there’s an eight in there, but still.
Stuff like that involving numbers happens to me all the time. And in this case I thought it through three times and came to the exact same conclusion(wrong) conclusion all three times until it finally clicked. And every time I told my husband that he was wrong. Which he didn’t take well. Fun times and completely unnecessary.
I forbid him to do the dishes for me because I wanted to sit a little longer drinking tea while crocheting and also I felt bad that I had not done the dishes the night before. So I did that later and he sneaked in and helped me dry them. Which was good but meant I didn’t listen to my daily piece of classical music. For the third time in a row. Shrug.
I then walked to the health food store where I managed to drop a bottle of sugo on the floor. Poor employee who had to clean that up.
Lunch was something simple, my husband is still not really inspired to cook:
Afterwards I ate all the sweets, finished reading „After Hours at Dooryard Books“ which I really, really liked and started reading „Star Shipped“ which came out yesterday right away. Seems I am on a Cat Sebastian kick.
I was not really looking forward to teaching but then the student who often doesn’t show didn’t show, another one had canceled in the morning, a third one canceled right before their lesson and I was left with an unexpected 2-hour break that I couldn’t really use. At least I finally figured out why the numbers in my budgeting app and in my bank account weren’t the same. I had already spent half an hour on this in the morning but it took some more time (and a slightly less mushy brain) to figure out that the bank had somehow not moved the boy’s pocket money to his account. And that was why I had more money than expected and my brain that is apparently really bad with numbers had flipped everything so that I had been looking for a lower number when I should have been looking for too much money in the account.
All those students canceling at least meant I could take care of the dishes in the afternoon, then I taught another student, turned around and played the piano for myself for half an hour, ate dinner, and in between the boy showed up with the very happy news that he had finally passed that exam that had been hanging over his head for literally years.
There are still a few hoops he needs to jump through but the biggest hurdle has been cleared.
I then started writing this post and made my list before playing/reading/watching stuff in the hope that I would get to bed earlier.
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