Pandemic days 77, 78
May. 31st, 2020 08:05 pmSaturday: I didn't do much of substance, other than finishing the Good Omens readthrough organised by ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wildeabandon. I was a bit zonked after having had a minor emotional WHATEVER on Friday night; I postponed the work I had planned to do that morning, and snuggled on the couch with a blankie and wearing my new, extremely soothing, Underworks compression tank. Made roast tomato pasta in the evening and made some navel-gazing locked posts with a view to sorting out the previous day's Whatever.
Sunday: Spent most of it calling people. Called Mum, family are all doing fine. Called K, got updates on the doings of cat and the progress of family history research. Called Shiny, had a mixture of very banal conversation as they were extremely sleepy and some accidentally quite meaningful and useful stuff. Read some more of The Mercies.
Got out the yellow fabric for a tablecloth, and assessed it; no point measuring it and cutting it down, but I had to cut the top and bottom straight. Started zig-zag stitching around the edges. Stopped with time to make tea and a snackerel before German class, but despite this blood sugar boost had an inexplicable and tedious mood slump. German class went fine, and then I retreated to bed and hide under my stripey crochet rug for a while.
Eventually coaxed self back up again, and made soup for dinner with the leek and celery from the vegetable box, and some leftover aloo gobi and some baby corn. It is neither the best nor the worst soup I have ever made. More process on The Mercies. I should have been able to finish it this weekend, but... guess not. I've got a long train trip the day before book club, so if all else fails that'll do it.
Friday night's bread, which was okay for the first few slices, turns out to be not fully cooked in the middle - while having a HUGE air bubble in the top. Ugh. Call that one a failure, i guess.
wildeabandon. I was a bit zonked after having had a minor emotional WHATEVER on Friday night; I postponed the work I had planned to do that morning, and snuggled on the couch with a blankie and wearing my new, extremely soothing, Underworks compression tank. Made roast tomato pasta in the evening and made some navel-gazing locked posts with a view to sorting out the previous day's Whatever. Sunday: Spent most of it calling people. Called Mum, family are all doing fine. Called K, got updates on the doings of cat and the progress of family history research. Called Shiny, had a mixture of very banal conversation as they were extremely sleepy and some accidentally quite meaningful and useful stuff. Read some more of The Mercies.
Got out the yellow fabric for a tablecloth, and assessed it; no point measuring it and cutting it down, but I had to cut the top and bottom straight. Started zig-zag stitching around the edges. Stopped with time to make tea and a snackerel before German class, but despite this blood sugar boost had an inexplicable and tedious mood slump. German class went fine, and then I retreated to bed and hide under my stripey crochet rug for a while.
Eventually coaxed self back up again, and made soup for dinner with the leek and celery from the vegetable box, and some leftover aloo gobi and some baby corn. It is neither the best nor the worst soup I have ever made. More process on The Mercies. I should have been able to finish it this weekend, but... guess not. I've got a long train trip the day before book club, so if all else fails that'll do it.
Friday night's bread, which was okay for the first few slices, turns out to be not fully cooked in the middle - while having a HUGE air bubble in the top. Ugh. Call that one a failure, i guess.