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And I really had plans for today - plans for doing things for myself, like crafting and writing. Not much of it happened. I was just too low on energy. This week has taken a lot out of me.

Of course, we had laundry day, given that it is Saturday, and I managed to rearrange half a shelf in what counts as my pantry (basically four shelves hidden in a small niche between the bathroom and the built-in wardrobes), so that the jams made for the fair are all together now, with some free space for further sorts. The Christmas and Easter cookie cutters have moved to the upper shelf of the book cabinet in my study/craft room, since they only see action once a year.

I solved a lot of crossword puzzles, watched some telly with Mum and wrote about three measly paragraphs, mainly to calm my conscience. Then I called H. and we exchanged our dental stories. And discussed jam making. That is family life for us.

I even skipped cooking today, thank to creatively arranged leftovers. It is a good thing that Mum is fairly accommodating in this area.