Turns out when you only sleep for less than six hours two nights in a row you get really tired. And also prone to communication mishaps and moving very slowly.
I did set my alarm for six and instantly regretted it. Took me half an hour to wake up, then my husband came over and showed me a poem he had written at 5 am. We talked briefly and then I wrote my morning pages and new words on the novel. After 15 minutes I was completely stuck because I had no idea what happened next to I called it good enough.
True to form I then skipped yoga and meditation again.
There was breakfast and talking with my husband, then I wrote my blog post, planned the week and the day ahead while my husband had an appointment to get a new passport.
I did the dishes and listened to some very, very sad music for strings by Samuel Barber, figured out what to do about my story, and then went for a 30-minute walk in my five fingers. I’m not quite sure if that was a good idea or not. I would love to eventually wean myself from orthotics. Stay tuned.
The weather was lovely, I even wore sunglasses. And my feet only started hurting at the end.
There were some raised voices and some slammed doors again around lunch which was exhausting. Lunch itself was not as bad as I had feared, another meal my husband had been wanting to make for quite some time and another one that is not my favorite:
Eggs in mustard sauce.
The new new living room lamp arrived around that time as well, so we might even put that up later today.
I took a short break after lunch and then a shower before teaching all the students. After that there was dinner, more dishes, I started writing this post, watched some C-drama and went to bed.
Today will be the usual health food store and such and all the teaching all day.