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Of course, after a very good day the day before I started yesterday not quite as good. Everything went pretty well until I just couldn’t bring myself to write after breakfast. I was also very keen to finish the novel I was reading and didn’t want to put it down.

I went running again, for only 3.2 k and it went very well. The run was so short that I didn’t even take a picture.

There were pancakes with spinach for lunch and the weather was nice enough to sit outside again:

While we were eating the boy showed his hands and said, „Look! There is skin between my fingers again!“ Apparently the creme is working and his eczema is healing. I have been forcing him to apply the creme three times a day, reminding him constantly, and now I hope he’ll stay on top of it.

Then I did an enormous amount of dishes, sang a little and finally managed to force myself to write. The problem had been that I thought I would write the big kidnapping scene today but it turned out I need something else first.

I am having a suspicion that this will be a rather long story after all.

I taught quite a few students and had a potential new ukulele student call me which is very good. Then I talked to the boy some more. I think he was in a pretty good mood because his dreaded German test was over as well.

I did spin up the second quarter of the yellow fiber. If I keep this up for the rest of the week I should be able to swatch on the weekend and start knitting next Monday when the knit-along starts in earnest. Of course, then I will still have to spin the second half of everything. But I’ll have more time for that because I’ll be knitting for six weeks if I remember correctly.

The early to bed.

Today there will be more running and quite a bit of teaching, and more writing and spinning. Also plying.

I have to say that I’m somewhat glad that I’m still skipping dinner because it gives me an additional thirty minutes of time per day. And I’ve done well on the ‚no binge-eating and no alcohol‘-front for the past two days by staying out of the kitchen in the evenings. Turns out it’s much easier not to eat and drink anything when you’re not sitting there  surrounded by food, smelling the bread right behind you.

Duh.

So that went well. I hope I can reproduce this.

I did forget to take my thyroid medication first thing but then I just took it a little later and waited thirty minutes before having breakfast – no big deal.

After breakfast I meditated a bit and then I wrote a bit, I talked with my husband and knitted, and then I went running. The run went rather well, I think the cooler weather was agreeing with me:

Then I took a shower, helped to make lunch, and for once we didn’t forget that the boy has an earlier lunch break on Mondays:

There was ample time to read a little and do my singing warmup before my first student and then I taught all afternoon. I had a couple of breaks where I kept writing.

After my last student left I decided to go to the health food store so that today will go more smoothly.

Did that, played the piano, spun for an hour.

Did the dishes and went to bed early with a book. Very good.

Today there will be a very short run and some teaching. I am hoping to write some more. I can see the finish line from here already.

Woke up at 6.30 but since I had gone to bed at 9.30 all was good. Funny enough the new Fitbit is thinking that I am awake for about an hour and a half each night (I seriously doubt it.) so it’s telling me that I only slept 7 1/2 hours. Yeah, I don’t think so.

On the other hand it is also counting steps differently than the Jawbone Up. So where I used to have about 900 steps on Sundays when I don’t really leave the house and mostly sit around it was 3,800 yesterday. Right. I felt much sportier, though.

I spent most of the morning waiting for the boy to get up, as usual. He says we don’t have to wait for him which is right but when you are only seeing your child three times a day for a few minutes you tend to not want to miss the opportunity.

I read quite a bit and spun a lot and helped to make lunch from snap peas from our yard:

And then I wrote a little more and spun a lot more and watched two soccer games with my husband.

Early to bed, all in all a good day. No music which is a little sad but well, today is another day.

New week again. I have already made a weekly list but there isn’t much on it. Writing, spinning and that is basically it.

Yesterday reminded me that when I don’t get enough sleep that always make me feel low and a little desperate and down. Fun!

I did stay up late because I wanted to write some more, and then I wanted to finish reading „Emma Schumacher und der verschwundene Professor“ which I highly recommend. I met the author through her sewing blog first, and have downloaded all the novels and stories I could get hold of but only started reading this after a conversation we had on instagram about marketing, like one does. And well, I don’t ever read anything in German and that was the reason I didn’t dig into it right away, I have to say reading a novel in German felt positively alien to me. And yes, I know that’s ridiculous.

But I enjoyed it so much that I set aside all the other books in progress (I think I started five new books around the 12th) and sat there reading it until the wee hours twice in a row.

I did start the second in the series first thing this morning and then went off to finish something else I had been 30% in before. That’s how I roll.

I did get the sock heel done at last, third time was the charm. Note to self: count diligently, twice, and make sure you have read the pattern properly.

I went for a run and felt like a complete failure through most of it. My legs were fine, again, and my hip isn’t hurting anymore (yeah!) but I had a hard time breathing. Felt almost like I had asthma again, and my heart rate was really high. Turns out the minute that hits 148 I will stop running and walk instead. So my overall pace was something like 9 minutes per kilometer which is really, really slow.

That together with my black mood made me feel like giving up everything.

I then reminded myself that a) this is not about speed, b) it is probably allergies, c) it was warm and humid, and d) not getting enough sleep might also have something to do with it and e) the minute I write again I will feel much better.

I was blinded by the sun, not as cranky as I look.

The very nice thing was that this time when I was on my last 1.5 kilometers my husband showed up from behind me and we ran/walked back home together. He was nice and slowed down for me.

Then we made cannelloni which took quite some time so we had lunch an hour later than we wanted. (Apparently I forgot to take a picture. It didn’t look all that stylish but it was rather good.)

I spent most of the afternoon spinning while watching a series about people building houses, and then I procrastinated about writing and saw „Star Trek“ with the boy. While spinning.

It is a little hard to time these sessions at the moment because the soccer World Cup is on and my husband has been basically watching that all through the day. On and off. He did not watch the first half of the Peru versus Denmark game so that we could watch something which we really appreciated. I wouldn’t mind watching soccer, it’s just that the noise is bothering me.

Then I attempted to write some more, and went to bed on time for a change.

Today I’m hoping for another day with not much to do, I really do like those.

For once I actually did manage to write after breakfast, and immediately the day felt much better.

Did the usual cleaning, helped to make pizza (no picture, sorry), got the podcast ready for publishing, had lunch, published the podcast, left the dishes, taught my students, and in between I started to research what to do about eczema. The poor boy has been having it on his hands for a while now, and I had been showering him with cremes and lotions and the stern order to apply said cremes and lotions often but he went from itchy to bloody to better and back over and over.

Now I have wanted to make a doctor’s appointment for him but he doesn’t want to go to his old doctor because he isn’t a child anymore and he is not quite old enough to go to a new practice where he has never been before on his own. My husband and I have been using a friend as our GP who doesn’t see patients anymore, he just does colposcopies and such. It is a bit of a dilemma. So I found out that there is a creme we haven’t tried yet and I’m hoping that that will help. Also that he will actually apply it. It’s a bit tricky because he hates the feeling of creme on his skin and as soon as he is feeling slightly better he will stop using it and then the whole thing will start over.

So I ordered a pair of cotton gloves for him so he will be able to put creme on his hands without leaving it everywhere, and went to the pharmacy for the new creme right after my last student left.

Then the boy and I watched some Netflix while eating the rest of the pizza and then I spun a bit.

I still had all the dishes to wash afterwards, including two baking sheets.

And then I wrote some more.

Today there will be running and writing and spinning and that will be about it.

Oh, and that issue with my Fitbit got resolved, apparently, last night someone posted in the forum that he could access his apps and clock faces again and, voilà, so could I. So I now have a spiffy new to-do-list on my watch.