Whatever you might have thought from my blog last night, yesterday was a difficult one.
I had a tough workday, one that I had to extend into today because I remembered things I needed to do for Monday, but forgot to do yesterday. Still it is done.
Although I didn’t sleep well last night, the heat keeping me awake, today has been a much better day. I got up at midday, went out and did the shopping, spending an obscene amount of money for one week of food. Mind, because I do a food list for the week, there’s nothing there that will go to waste.
To be honest, there was a lot of meat and alcohol in the trolley. We’re having a barbeque in the backgarden tomorrow, and none of us are working, so it should be a good day and I’m looking forward to it.
I’ve also done some sewing today. A creative outlet other than writing has been of use. One of the difficulties of writing is the sheer length of time that it takes to see a finished product. We’re talking months at least, sometimes years. But with sewing, although I didn’t finish the garment, I took a length of fabric and I turned it into something that will soon be wearable – hopefully I’ll finish it tomorrow.
It’s good to see something achieved. Word count usually helps me, but not always. Over two thousand words yesterday didn’t feel like the achievement that sewing part of a dungaree pattern did today. Which I suppose goes to show that variety is the spice of life.
Guess we all need to mix it up now and then.