On Saturday, I worked all day. I spoke in front of a group of about forty people, then hung out with a group of teenagers and helped me colleagues in between. There was a lot of talking.
On Sunday, I rested. I went for a run (I guess in my life that counts as resting now). I listened to a podcast. I went to dinner with friends. There was more talking and a movie was watched. There was delicious peanut sauce.
On Monday, I worked. After work, I phone banked for Hillary. I’m committed to electing my cat as president of the United States. She was pretty annoyed though that I stayed away and made phone calls instead of hanging out with her. That’s the price of victory, HK. A lady yelled at me. I wondered why I was volunteering for something that was so much like my job. It’s because the people are good, like at my job. I didn’t write, even though I said I would try to write every day this week.
Today is Tuesday, I worked. I left work early and went to my aunt’s. I brought a new and challenging knitting project. I knitted for probably three or four hours, but I still don’t have the pattern down yet. At last count, I had dropped two stitches. That’s not too bad, in my opinion. I’m hoping that I’ll dream about it tonight and master it tomorrow. When my uncle came home, we made spaghetti for dinner and a salad. I didn’t run. I am writing now. You can be the judge of the quality. There was more talking.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. I might be going to a friend’s house after work for movies and wine. There will certainly be talking. I could bring my knitting. If it is not apparent yet, I’ve done a bit of talking this week, and I might need an evening at home with the presidential candidate. I’m not even sure that I want the talking of a podcast.
Thursday I am back at my aunt’s. I’m happy to go. There will be more knitting, but I don’t think I’ll stay for dinner.
Friday, I have no plans. TGIF.