Another slow day
Aug. 27th, 2025 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheart... and I'm pathetically grateful for it. At least I managed to bring up the energy - barely! - to wash my hair. It was overdue. It's a good thing that I've got so little of it; that makes things faster and easier.
I didn't really do much today. In the morning, inspiration hit unexpectedly, and I wrote over two pages of dialogue for a "Cadfael" story that has been in planning for years, without as much as a single word being written - until today. I don't know if I'll ever get around to write the actual story, but I'm glad I put those lines to paper.
We ate leftover soup and cheese-and-ham toast for lunch because we need to consume our bread before it would get mouldy. It is surdough bread, and as such more sensitive than regular yeast doughs.
After lunch I slept for an hour because I was still exhausted from all that packing and cleaning that we had to do in recent days. Then I did a bit of crafting: sewn on the other six tiny felt apples and tried to make one interactive bit, namely the rain, working. I failed. Two different approaches didn't work out. After that, I got annoyed and put the whole thing away.
Later in the afternoon a former colleague called. She'll come over tomorrow, with cherry pits and other crafting supplies she'd collected for me. It promises to be a fun visit, or so I hope.
I didn't really do much today. In the morning, inspiration hit unexpectedly, and I wrote over two pages of dialogue for a "Cadfael" story that has been in planning for years, without as much as a single word being written - until today. I don't know if I'll ever get around to write the actual story, but I'm glad I put those lines to paper.
We ate leftover soup and cheese-and-ham toast for lunch because we need to consume our bread before it would get mouldy. It is surdough bread, and as such more sensitive than regular yeast doughs.
After lunch I slept for an hour because I was still exhausted from all that packing and cleaning that we had to do in recent days. Then I did a bit of crafting: sewn on the other six tiny felt apples and tried to make one interactive bit, namely the rain, working. I failed. Two different approaches didn't work out. After that, I got annoyed and put the whole thing away.
Later in the afternoon a former colleague called. She'll come over tomorrow, with cherry pits and other crafting supplies she'd collected for me. It promises to be a fun visit, or so I hope.
