Back on track
Jan. 3rd, 2022 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartSchool restarted today and with that life returned to that peculiar kind of normal we've had since the beginning of the plague. Fortunately, Mum is feeling much better, too, even though her joints didn't like the windy weather we were having today. Neither did mine, to be honest.
I had a double food-run to make today, visiting the three closest shops to our building. Oddly enough, none of the shops was crowded, which was a true relief. But the cruise took me the better part of the morning, so we had breakfast ungodly late and just soup and some cookies for lunch. In the remaining time I copied the most important addresses and phone numbers into my 2022 planner that also serves as the third volume of my Plague Diary. Then Adrienne called, and we had a nice chat, with her one-year-old playing havoc with everything he could lay hand on in the background.
In the late afternoon one of our neighbours came over with pistachio liquor to greet the new year with us. That took an hour and a half. But she's a really helpful person, even though she likes to hear her own voice a bit too much. We're on very good terms with her. When she left, I continued typing up Chapter 19 of Timescapes, but I don't have a chance to finish it, as at 9 o'clock several re-runs of TGBBO and The Great Australian Bake Off are starting on two different channels. Since Spektrum Home cancelled The Great British Sewing Bee in the middle of the season, there isn't much worth watching.
Thanks for all the good wishes from yesterday. We're reasonably well, thank God, I'm just really tired of all this worrying. *sigh*
I had a double food-run to make today, visiting the three closest shops to our building. Oddly enough, none of the shops was crowded, which was a true relief. But the cruise took me the better part of the morning, so we had breakfast ungodly late and just soup and some cookies for lunch. In the remaining time I copied the most important addresses and phone numbers into my 2022 planner that also serves as the third volume of my Plague Diary. Then Adrienne called, and we had a nice chat, with her one-year-old playing havoc with everything he could lay hand on in the background.
In the late afternoon one of our neighbours came over with pistachio liquor to greet the new year with us. That took an hour and a half. But she's a really helpful person, even though she likes to hear her own voice a bit too much. We're on very good terms with her. When she left, I continued typing up Chapter 19 of Timescapes, but I don't have a chance to finish it, as at 9 o'clock several re-runs of TGBBO and The Great Australian Bake Off are starting on two different channels. Since Spektrum Home cancelled The Great British Sewing Bee in the middle of the season, there isn't much worth watching.
Thanks for all the good wishes from yesterday. We're reasonably well, thank God, I'm just really tired of all this worrying. *sigh*
