I was up way too long last night working on the places lived part of my blog, so it was around 01:45 that I managed to get to sleep. The dawn light was set for a weekend sleep in time of 07:35, and I woke with energy so I started my morning with a 30 minutes pilates session, focus on glutes.
I really like the part where my hips don’t ache anymore at bedtime since I started doing pilates regularly. So many of the exercises are the same as, or similar to the ones my physical therapist gave me to treat that hip ache back in 2012. They worked well then, but any time I forgot to to them for some weeks, back the ache would come. Now that my daily yoga habit also includes regular pilates too (not instead) my hips are always happy. Why don’t they teach us these basic body maintenance tricks when we are little?
The rest of the day slipped by without my making note of it, but we must have done something.
This morning we woke to news that one of Keldor’s uncles has died. Not one I had met, but I know his kids as one of them is Keldor’s cousin who normally stays here with the cats when we go to Double Wars, and the other has also taken a turn watching the cats. Keldor and his uncle used to go fishing together often, and he is understandably sad to have lost both a friend and relative.
For me the weight seems a bit heavy, coming so soon after my Aunt’s death for Keldor to also lose a relative, but both of them were in their 80’s, and that is the most popular age for people to die, so I can’t really say it was unexpected.
So he took a day to just relax and be, and worked on my blog project. One of the things in the back of my mind when I started this GitHub blog was that I could set up a section for all of the places I have ever lived. Last night and this morning I have finally started that section. It took all day, but I managed to get a pretty complete list, pulling in locations and dates from a spreadsheet of places lived that my past self started so very long ago that mom had helped me fill in some of the addresses and approximate dates. I have even calculated my approximate age for each move (keeping in mind that some dates of moves ar accurate, as there are passport stamps and calendar entries for them, but others are guesses based on “it was summer” or other clues in my memories). So, without further ado, I present the folder of the Places I Have Lived, in all its first-draft and detail-lacking glory.
I did get a break from the project in the middle of the day. I had gotten up to look for something to eat, glanced out the kitchen window, and saw that it was a truly beautiful day, so I decided to go for a walk first. It was a beautiful day, with -10 C temps that mean the snow squeaks delightfully underfoot. My favourite sort of weather.
Even here at our house, it was looking pretty:
And I like the little crescent moon behind the neighbour’s tower:
Then I walked down to take a quick look at Bryan’s house:
Before walking down to the ice:
Where there was also a nice view of the moon:
And then walking north on the ice for a bit:
Till the path ended:
That seemed like a good reason to turn around and head home and resume work on the list of places I have lived.
I worked from home today, and had the energy to strip the bed and wash everything. I am really looking forward to going to bed tonight! The housekeeper came today, too, so the house is looking nice, and I am happy with it.
Keldor had to run some errands after work, and since he was in that part of town he stopped by the second hand store, where he found a drum, which followed him home. It looks like it was once part of those drum sets that one sits in the middle of and plays them all more or less together, if so it was one of the smaller ones from the set. It is sized around the right size to hang from a rope, little drummer boy style, and lead the army off to war, which is exactly what Keldor wants to do with it. He figures that if he wraps the sides with leather it will look reasonable at events.
After work we sat down to play Qwirkle, and at first I had a good lead, and then he suddenly got a run of Qwirkles, and I lost by a lot. This is 10 games in a row he has won, and it is getting a little old. Even he thinks so.
Today was Wednesday, a work from home day, during which I took time during lunch for some yoga., and then did more that evening for our group training session. Nothing more of note happened.
I was so tired yesterday I did my yoga early, and was in bed just after 20:00. I
Slept through to just after 04:00 (not counting the normal middle of the night trips to the toilet, of course), then got up and did 25 minutes Pilates. By then Keldor was waking up, so I kept him company on the phone as he drove to work, and I got ready for work and walked to the bus stop.
Work was intense, we had a meeting in the morning to discuss a dataset I hadn't gotten to yet, but we will be meeting the data providers on Tuesday next week when we are in Uppsala, so we started looking at the mapping they'd started a couple of years ago, and we decided that I would use the time between that meeting and our after lunch meeting to go through and determine what info we need to ask about the data from them next week.
I managed to do a quick mapping of the spreadsheet columns to our database tables and columns, enough that we went through it as a group after lunch, and cleared up a few things I had been uncertain of, and wound up with a short list of questions to take to Uppsala. Definitely a day when I feel I am earning my paycheck, and that they chose correctly when they picked me.
It meant that I couldn't take my preferred bus home, which meant that by the time I got home it was well more than a 9 hour day (it took the whole bus rode to get my notes from the day's work converted to forms that my future self will understand, and metadata for the new spreadsheet properly recorded).
Home, I lost yet another game of Qwirkle to Keldor, that is 8 in a row he's won. This streak needs to end soon. Then I had a survey about Swedish politics to answer, so I did. I choose the answers in favour of governments taking proper care of all the people, not just their own citizens, of course. And the ones that indicate that certain problematic world leaders are unpleasant and not to be admired.
The rest of the early evening slipped by just relaxing on the couch looking at social media for a bit. Now it is 21:00, I have done my yoga, and think I will head to bed.
Tomorrow I get to work from home, but alas, the contractor won't be starting on the attic bathroom due to having come down with a fever. Poor guy. I hope he's better soon.
Friends and strangers the world over are enjoying intense Northern Lights, we have clouds.
The kettle has just boiled and I’ve made myself a cup of tea. It is frigid outside. Absolutely bonkers cold and it’s only going to get colder and more snow is coming. (There is already rather a lot.) Each morning as I leave to “walk to work” I’ve been grabbing my skates from their hook by the front door and they hang over my shoulder cheerfully swaying as I walk a few minutes to an outdoor rink in a local park and have a few turns on the ice before heading back home. If this sounds ridiculously romantic, well it is – especially if you can ignore that I am an absolute crap skater, though practice can only help.
(Last week Elliot and I went for a skate and he’s just learning so spends as much time falling down as he does gliding around. After a little while he said “Wow Grammy you are such a good skater!” and then promptly fell down again. I can honestly say that nobody has ever, ever said that about my skating before and I highly recommend taking a young learner with you if you struggle with your self-esteem. I do not recommend taking them more than a few times though because by next week he’s going to be better than me for sure.)
Today was cold enough that I didn’t take my skates, I couldn’t imagine the minutes without mittens putting on and tying them up and I just went for my walk. I always listen to audiobooks as I walk (or clean, it’s the only way I can bribe myself into doing it) but today I didn’t because I wanted to think without interruption. I walked along, bundled in knits top to bottom (and saw several people wearing leg warmers and thought about knitting some but I think I will wait and see if that urge is still there when it’s not -25 since I have never wanted them before) and thought long and hard about what I wanted to write today.
Today is my Twenty-second Blogiversary and that means that 22 years ago I sat down and wrote and posted my very first blog entry and the minute I did that I stepped through the door it cracked open and nothing has been the same since. I tell you some version of that every year on this day and I always look for a different way to say it, and that’s what I was thinking about as I walked. It was still what I was thinking about when I came home and knitted a little bit, and made some soup for lunch.
(These are my Self-Imposed Sock Club socks for January- I tried to take them outside so the light would really show off the colours but there was nowhere that wasn’t too %^&^%ing snowy so I put them on the spare bed. Enjoy. Yarn is Indigodragonfly in Spoken Four, last years Bike Rally fundraising yarn, and the pattern is Defying Gravity and it is very fun.)
In the end I decided to tell you about something that happened not too long ago. I was at an event with lots of other knitters and we were knitting and chatting the way we do, and the way only knitters can. (Everyone else takes it so personally when you’re reading a chart, I’m listening to you for crying out loud.) The topic of The Blog came up and someone said they really love The Blog and someone else said “Well, sure but the blog is dead.” Now – before you get your back up on my behalf (I love that about you) there is no need. A big part of me can agree with them. For sure this space isn’t what it was. Like all things there is change and I get it. Gone are the days that I posted five times a week. I hear them, I respect that and I didn’t say anything or feel hurt. I did start thinking though, because while that little piece of me could see their point, a larger part of me wanted to push back hard because in my heart, that feels like a ridiculous statement.
It stayed with me, and I’ve reflected on it often. (Don’t worry it wasn’t that long ago, I’m not consumed.) I can’t tell you how desperately I feel like The Blog is not dead – is it just wishful thinking – something I’m holding onto because I’m not great at letting things go? This is one of my best and worst traits, so I always consider it. I’m GREAT at holding on by my very fingernails and this has both caused me loss and saved things that were important. Was this just my point of view? It wasn’t until I started to write about this that I realized the answer.
As I wrote that this person had said the blog was dead, I noticed a detail. Do you? When I wrote it as I heard them, I typed “the blog”. When I wrote about my feelings that it was still here, I hit that shift key. The Blog. I have written before about what the family and I call you – you are The Blog. We’ll ask ourselves what The Blog would think, or wonder if The Blog would like something. Around these parts The Blog isn’t software, memory, words and pictures. The Blog is me writing to you. Your comments coming back to me – connections made here and in real life. It’s me working on something you made me interested in, it’s you trying a technique I wrote about in 2017. It’s me having a snapshot of you in my mind because I’ve built it out of a collage made of your hundreds of comments over the years. It’s you knowing that Amanda can play the violin – or how this family fared during the pandemic. It’s me understanding what you love because I love it too – it’s you knowing Charlotte’s name. It is you introducing yourself to me in another town and me not really knowing who you are until you tell me your email address or username – and then in that moment having you bloom into the person I know from this town, that you’re a neighbour in The Blog. I’ve seen your socks.
I guess I think too that The Blog isn’t dead because at least once a week I get an email from someone who is reading the whole thing- from beginning to end and they want me to know that they really had their scene scrambled when their mum died too – or that it was helpful to read things I wrote about being a young mother – and that the things I wrote about the value of parenting made them feel better about how absolutely trashed the house their happy kids are playing in. Or they write and tell me something they thought about when they were reading about one of my multitude of insecurities because they thought I might feel less insecure when I read it. (They are usually right.)
A little while ago someone who reads this blog and leaves comments sent me an email and thanked me for a recipe I put here years ago. It was great that she wrote because it just so happened that I was finishing a book she had recommended in a comment.
Another yarn break – I’m knitting Craghill. I think it’s pretty gorgeous.
Essentially – I have never thought of The Blog as something that just I do. We are woven together in this place, knit into one fabric, use whatever textile metaphor you’d like to this is twenty-two years of books and recipes and patterns and bad socks and good sweaters and baby blankets and together we are The Blog, and you just don’t feel dead to me at all. As a matter of fact, I think we’ll be just fine.
Much love, and thank you for everything. Meet you here soon.
Stephanie
PS: This year I’ll ride my 15th Bike Rally. To be honest it was a harder decision this year but in the end the world could use all the good acts it can get. It has become tradition to kick off my fundraising on my blogiversary, so here we are. It’s also become tradition for your donations to be the number of years we’re celebrating here, or some multiple – 22, 44, 66… that way the fundraising staff processing them is super bewildered, especially when the explaination is simply “That’s the knitters.” The link to my page is here if you’re so inclined, and it’s also a great day to recognize Ken, the patron saint of The Blog, since he’s the one who gave it to me in the first place. His Bike Rally link is here.
Today started with my annual checkup for the SGNT study I am parrt of. The annual checkup is more detailed than the quarterly ones, and hours later my eyes are still dilated.
I managed to work a little anyway, but when I got to the busstop to head home I saw a group chat from a cousin in Wisconsin with the sad news that his mom had died. So now, instead of working on the bus, I will remember my Aunt Nancy.
When my mom was around 18 years old she took a government Civil Service test, and did well enough that she got a job in Washington DC, working at the Pentagon. She lived in DC for six years before marrying my dad and travelling the world. While I have never been to DC, i grew up listening to her stories from that time.
Most of those stories featured one of her dearest friends, Nancy. Nancy was sweet, smart, and beautiful, and when my mom's big brother Jim (her favourite sibling), came to visit Jim and Nancy hit it off right away. I am told that at that first party after they met Jim and Nancy left the apartment to go buy more beer, and when they got back to the building and started up the stairs to the apartment they stopped and shared their first kiss. After that, any time they went up or down the stairs in that building they always stopped on the same step to share another kiss.
Not surprisingly, soon thereafter she was not only my mom's best friend, but also her sister. It was always a special treat when we were little to go visit Jim and Nancy, and their son, called Jimbo when he was little, to distinguish him fro. His dad, but these days simply Jim.
I had many wonderful aunts, but Nancy was a serious favourite. When I was little always took the time to talk to me as though I were her equal, and not simply a little kid, and when I became taller than she was, this didn't change.
It has been years since I saw her last, but I made a special point of passing through Wisconsin on my way to Europe from Australia in 2009, just so I could see her.
Today, I heard from my cousin Jim that news we never want to hear, but comes sooner or later for everyone. Rest well Nancy, the world is the richer because you were, and you had such a positive effect on so many people, and we who loved you will long remember you.
e slept at Keldor’s dad’s after yesterday’s game night. I woke early, caught up my log for yesterday, and went right back to sleep, sleeping in another at least a half an hour after Keldor got up and went to have a cup of tea with his dad.
Once I was up and dressed we went into town, and joined the rest of the Shire for the annual meeting of Reengarda, Skellefteå’s Medieval Society. I agreed to keep the office of treasurer another year, Þórólfr took over as Seneschal, Keldor agreed to be one of the extra “styrelsen” (the steering group). After the meeting we enjoyed “Semmelkladdkaka” (I have no idea if this was the recipe that Åsa used, but it is an English version, and I think most of my readers would rather read an English version) and cheese and crackers. The Semmelkladdkaka was really good. A much sweeter snack than I normally go for, but almond and cardamon plus whipped cream are my friend (note: Åsa’s version had real whipped cream with no sugar, and so was much better than the suggestion in the linked recipe) and we chatted about upcoming SCA events and demos, and came up with what I think is a brilliant recruiting idea:
At our Medieval Days event this summer, during the fighting demo ask the crowd who wants to try, and choose two of them at random to put on armour already that day, by going through the crowd with paper to everyone who raised their hands saying they want to try, get their name and contact details on a paper, drop the paper in a hat, and, with drum-roll, draw the lucky two to try it, and help them into loaner armour while the fighting demo continues. After the event we email or sms all of them with invites to our fighter practice.
On the way home from the meeting we did some grocery shopping, and I got home with enough energy to put everything away and make the salad right away, so my lunch to take to work tomorrow is already packed and ready to go.
After we had eaten and the kitchen was clean we went up stairs, gathered the various tools that are still there from our project in progress to Create an attic bedroom and took them downstairs so that when the contractor comes on Wednesday to start the Create extra bathrooms project there will be no confusion as to whose tools are whose, as there will only be theirs up there. After clearing away the tools, we also cleaned away the last of the things that were being stored in and near where the bathroom will go, so the space is completely ready for work.
It was a sister’s zoom call weekend, and I woke enough before the alarm that I could do a 20 minutes Pilates before hand. Of course, then I took time to feed the cats and brush my hair before opening the computer, so I was a little late. But I am usually the first one there, so I guess it was my turn.
Told them of the 12th Night 2026-01-09 Drachenwald Coronation late night plumbing adventure and that I am looking forward ro Wednesday, when the contractor arrives to start work on the upstairs half-bath.
Amber’s Seattle condo is now on the market, Kirsty did her usual New Year’s getaway with friends she has had since high school, but this time two other families joined, and they had kids and dogs, so it wasn’t the relaxing time it usually is. Beth reports that her youngest, Lucia, got into the Sorority she was interested in.
After the call I went back to sleep and slept till he woke an hour to two later. We played Qwirkle over breakfast (he won) Then we cooked a “Gryta” together, which wound up more on the pasta sauce end of the spectrum than the stew end, but was quite good eaten on its own. After we had added everything to the gryta I started some Bread and Keldor did som laundry.
We played another game of Qwirkle (he won) as we waited for the dough to rise, then I shaped some knot-rolls and buttered them. As they rose we packed a few things to take with us, then I baked them, and ate three right away (he had at least four). They were light and fluffy.
While I packed some food for tomorrow Keldor tried offering Skaði some of the soft tube treats she is so fond of, but when he approached her she ran and hid behind the couch. She recognised the small scale packing to go spend a night at Keldor’s dad, and thought she would be the next thing packed. Poor thing. So he gave up and squeezed the tube onto the remaining soft food in the bowl. Perhaps they will eat it later.
By the time we started packing I was feeling out of sorts and antisocial, but we had planned to head to Þórólfr’s for game night then sleep at Keldor’s dad’s (two blocks away) to make for a shorter drive to Reengarda’s annual meeting on Sunday. I figured that going out would improve my mood, so I did.
I was right. It was fun. I made good progress on sewing Keldor copper trim tunic. I won Catan, and was second in Svea Rike, earning 11 points for the Ätten (noble family) Eka, thanks to good farming.
By then it was well after midnight, so we went over to his dad’s, did 20 minutes of yoga (on the yin setting. Gee, when holding a pose for 2 or three minutes, one gets deeper), and then went to sleep.
Having not made it to bed till 04:00 last night, I didn’t manage to get up when the 05:00 alarm went off and keep Keldor company as he drove to work. Instead I slept till 09:00, and managed to make it to the computer by 10:00, but then I put in a full 8 hours of work (of the 7.95 I am supposed to work).
Keldor got home around the time I was finishing up, and we played one of the densest games of Qwirkle we havd ever played, with lots of Qwirkles. Sadly (for me) he won by 30 points (he rather enjoyed that).
Then he soaked in the tub while I payed for Crown Tournament this coming spring, and updated my records on our finances. Now it is nearly 23:00, and I am super tired. I think Keldor is already asleep beside me.
Oops, I was so sleepy last night that I went to bed at 20:00, and I forgot to plug in my phone, so I woke to a very low battery, which will complicate my morning phone call.
Luckily, it turned out that today is the day he has am appointment at the local health center to look at the foot that has been hurting, so I was able to let it charge while I packed To get ready to head to the bus, so it was over 60% before I had to go.
I had a good day at work, but Keldor had grumpy day. He thought he had booked an appointment with a doctor, and had written down in the online form the three things he wanted to accomplish: a blood test to screen for prostate cancer, checking the foot that has been hurting, and look at the ugly growth on his skin. It turns out that what he got was an appointment with the same physical therapist he saw last time about the foot, and they had no new ideas, and suggested he try calling to see if he can get an appointment with a doctor instead. He called, left the voice mail, and an hour or so later got a call back. The part that makes him grumpy is that apparently he can’t actually request the prostate cancer test himself—if he has symptoms he can make an appointment with a doctor, and if they agree that the symptoms are concerning, then they do the test. Given that we lost a friend to prostate cancer which wasn’t caught early enough, we don’t much like this protocol, and think it should be a routine test, the same way mammograms and pap smears are. Why wait for symptoms? by then it could be too late.
After work I spent the evening, and way too late into the night dealing with Shire financial paperwork. I had to learn how to do “bokslut” (the closing of the books at the end of the year, which turns out to be a very easy task in GnuCash), and while I was at it, I cleaned up the accounts by deleting accounts that had never been used, and moving those which haven’t been used in a log time to a folder called not used anymore, and updated my readme file explaining what the various accounts are accordingly (this eliminated the last of the “no idea what this is” comments in the readme file)
Then I prepared all of the reports needed for the shire Annual Meeting on Sunday, and sent them to our “revisor” (person who checks to see if I did everything correctly, in this case, the last Exchequer) and to the Seneschal. now it is closing in on 03:00, and I really should do some more yoga and head to bed.
Jag sitter på bussen, ta ut min banan och vitaminer, åta dem, och sträcka armen över ryggstödet för att kasta bananskalen i papperskorgen som är monterade vid sidan av trappan. Men papperskorgen lutade liten åt sidan, och trycket från bananskalens slaget efter den hastiga nedstigningen gjorde att papperskorgen lutade ännu mera, och sin innehåll (bananskalen) ramlade ur, och fortsatte vidare mot golvet.
Då såg jag framför mig att nästa personen som skulle stiga på bussen skulle möta sitt slut genom att halka på ett bananskal. Därför ställde jag datorn och grejer åt sidan och tog mig upp från sätet och ner trappen, var jag fick veta att det är en jättebra design, eftersom banan hade ramlade precis i papperskorgen som stå under och lite till sidan av den jag siktade på.
Men nu sitter”min” papperskorgen ordentligt i sitt hållare, och lutar inte alls, så den nästa som har skrap att kasta inte behöver ha så mycket tur som jag hade!
Vilken snälla dåtid-jag jag har!
Min dåtid jag lämnade mig snacks på kontoret! jag har en burk pumpafrön med skäl (det har vi varit slut på hemma i flera veckor), och en burk hemgjord kex, och en glasburk smör som har suttit i mitt kyl kista under skrivbordet och smaker fortfarande bra, så sedan jag kom i till kontoret har jag ätit lite pumpafrön och kex med smör. Jag hoppas att ni också få något lite som detta som fick din dag att vara lite bättre!
energi tog slut ganska tidigt
Jag hade energi under hela jobbdagen, och jobbade utan problem tills bussen var nästan framme i Lövånger. Då packade upp mina grejer och tog sparken hemma och sätta mig på soffan tills Keldor ringde. Under tiden han körde hem hunn jag äntligen tomma kisten av käader vi tog till eventet, men då var dagens energi slut, och jag var i säng redan kl 20,00 och sov direkt.
Today was a work from home day, as I had that doctor’s appointment that I should have gone to last week, but lost track of the days of the week, and saw the calendar reminder 20 minutes after I should have been there.
So I did the meeting to discuss the funding application for the workshop we want to run in October over zoom, and got good input, and should be able to get the application done on time.
Then the doc appointment, they said that the weird hard lump on back of my arm that I can’t quite see doesn’t look concerning
Then a long lunch break, followed by work, including a meeting with a colleague in the states to discuss ways to liik at database structure. These meetings may result in a paper. With luck it might even get my colleague’s thesis kickstarted back into progress again.
This evening was the Nordmark members meeting over zoom, and after our zoom training session.
Then I stayed up too late, and ought to go to sleep, as tomorrow I have to go into the office for the first time in weeks.
I expected to sleep in after yesterday’s road trip, but woke at 05:34, so I got up, fed the cats, did a 15 min pilates, took my morning vitamin, and decided that I was awake enough to work for a while, so I put in 4 hours, then took an hour nap, enjoyed lunch and a game of Qwirkle with Keldor, and then resumed work while he made a new knife handle.
After work I made salad, a pear crumble (which I will eat tomorrow as it was too late to be interested in eating by the time it was done), and did some sewing. Now I have done my yoga and ought to get some sleep.
We had planned to leave at 05:00, and Keldor figured that he would need only his normal 15 minutes to go from the alarm rings to out the door. So I set the dawn light to 05:40, and hoped I would wake early enough for a quick pilates, so my hips wouldn’t hurt later.
This worked well enough that I managed a four minute session before his alarm. However, even though we had packed everything last night, it was still 05:18 before we had the last things in place, cats fed, etc and we actually started driving.
Luckily, that meant that Angelika was also ready, and we had picked her up and started driving south at 05:25
We dropped off Angelika with Maria and Matts in Umeå, and continued south 07:05
Quick stop at Örnsköldsvik for a toilet at 08:30.
Timmerå 10:37, picked up Charlotte.
Tönnebro 13:06
One more stop at a random gas station , somewhere.
On site 16:59.
Check in for those of us in crash space was delayed due to last minute change in plans. The site owners decided that we were too many to sleep dormitory style in one house due to there not being tjat many toilets, so there were some emergency reshuffleing, which resulted in we four from Reengarda who were in crash space being assigned to the boat house, which is a long way away from the other houses.
So we drove out there, unloaded everything we needed to have there and settled in (this house has a refrigerator, so I emptied the ice chest into it, and put the ice in the freezer). Then we got dressed, gathered the things we’d need on site, and drove back over to the main castle area, then walked down to the house where dinner was served so the others could eat.
Then we moved over to the main hall and hung out chatting with people, and sewing,till time for court, which I enjoyed. Lots of good awards for well deserving people, the incoming Kings looked magnificent in their matching garb.
After court four musicians started playing violin, so I hung out sewing, dancing, and chatting till qiute late, then I walked back to the boathouse with Keldor’s sister and we did yoga today before heading to bed at about 02:30. An hour and a half later, I got up, went downstairs to the loo, and found poor Keldor who had been awake for 23 hours, trying to deal with the drain on the bathroom floor. He had started to shower, but as soon as the water went down the drain the toilet backed up and spit icky water all over the floor.
So I sent the event stewards an email letting them know, and went straight back to sleep
While we often leave for roadtrips to southern Sweden already on Thursday evening, this time Keldor decided that we would leave super early Friday instead. Given that there is some serious snowstorm and winds happening today, especially in the Sundsvall area, where they had thunder and lightning with the snow, but most of the extreme weather warnings are for Thursday and not Friday, this is likely a good thing.
So today started with my getting the last of the cutting for the Keldor copper trim tunic done so it is ready to sew this weekend. Then packing and organising, with breaks for food, and chores like washing the cat’s water fountain.
Now it is later than I should still be up, given that we want to pick up Angelika at 05:00.
I had planned to get up early and start laundry. I managed half of these, but the first load didn’t get in the machine till almost 09:09. I also planned to do my morning workout while it ran, but the time needed to run that load vanished to writing 2026-01-06 book review, The King’s Dragon and scrolling a bit.
Keldor went in to town to use the workshop at work to finish projects for friends we will see this weekend, and I got the last of the small final pieces for the Silk bliaut short tunic cut out. I think I can easily finish the sewing during the drive to 12th Night on Friday.
I was busy enough that I didn’t get to my workout at all till time for the evening zoom workout with friends.
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