October 27, 2025
Context for anti-weeknotes
Sunday
I don’t often get to sleep in — my internal clock runs to the time of the school bus — but I didn’t have anywhere to go, so I had a bit of a lie in, which felt so decadent.
And then I stayed home all day. I ran all of my errands on Saturday, and there were things to do like laundry and some volunteer tasks but no schedule to follow, so I puttered around and finished things in my own time. I took care of our plants and caught up on my slow read. I felt so much better after a slow day.
Monday
I managed to carve out time to read and write in the evening. That felt good.
Tuesday
I went for a walk at lunch. It was a perfect fall day — temp in the low 60s, cloudless blue sky — idyllic. Instead of running into a neighbor, I ran into our general contractor. I’d referred a couple of neighbors to him, and he was outside of a friend’s house with a table saw. He had worked on our old house from before we moved to Switzerland, and when we moved back, we were delighted to find that he was still in the business, and he immediately fit us into his fall schedule. We’ve all been through a lot over the years, and it was nice to chat and catch up for a few minutes.
Wednesday
I was planning to read in the car at M’s soccer practice, but I got a text from a friend who happened to be there, too, so we spent the hour outside hanging out and watching the kids play.
Thursday-Saturday
This is where things went a bit sideways. I, uh, did the thing I’m not supposed to do and basically didn’t stop for several days and made myself sick by Saturday night.
Why? I don’t even know. I was feeling better, so instead of maintaining the things that helped, I looked at my to-do list and decided to try to get to the other side of it. Which was not the cleverest of ideas.
I guess Saturday should include "emergency meditation," because that’s how the night ended. Oops. At least it works!
And I have learned my lesson the hard way yet again... how long until it sticks?
