friday.

It's very early Friday morning. Five minutes to six, currently. I expect it's easier (and better for me) to get up this early when I went to bed at nine last night and have had an almost undisturbed stretch of sleep since then than on the days when I go to bed at midnight and get up at various points through the night, too. I was always an A type person when it comes to sleep patterns and this probably fits the natural rhythm of my body much, much better than the other model I've been living by for years. Bed late, up early. I'm stupidly amazed at how much of a difference it makes that I go back to bed when I've been using the bathroom throughout the night, rather than sitting down at the computer or something. This sounds like simple brain logic, I know, but for me - it's like the discovery of a new physics principle. I just feel so much more rested.

Although, I also have to get used to how long it takes for me to properly wake up. Before, it felt like I was in some kind of chronic wakefulness, so waking up as a process was no problem?



I have absolutely no plans today, which I think is a good thing, because I was through the wringer at therapy last night. Some very important discoveries, but also hard and draining ones, so. I feel like I deserve a day off, tbh. And I guess, no plans is also an exaggeration. I have writing plans and when K. gets home from work, we'll be cleaning the apartment, but besides those things. Just me, tea and doing whatever the fuck I feel like.



Re: writing plans. I need to reread the latest scene I wrote and edit it, decide whether I'm satisfied with it as it is or I need to give it a different ending. This ending is kinda... abrupt and I'm not sure how I feel about that, but it's also meant to show a change that's becoming evident in the narrator, so. I dunno. We'll see, I guess.

FRIDAY PLANS:
- Breakfast and medication at some point before 10 am
- Hopefully shower?
- Reread Chapter 3, Scene 1 + edits, some considerations
- Write Chapter 3, Scene 2 (expecting that to be a short one) + maybe Scene 3, at least some of it
- Tea, lots of it
- Lunch around noon-1 pm-ish
- Begin tidying up apartment to prepare for cleaning
- Cleaning the apartment around 4 pm
- Dinner at some point between 6 - 7 pm
- Medication around 8 pm
- Bed 10 pm-ish

I guess that's a day.



We watched Ahsoka last night and OMG. OMG. No spoilers, but had I not been told beforehand by K. (personally, I don't mind spoilers), I would not have expected that. Argh. Soooo good. I love the entire premise of this show, though, it's pretty simple, structure-wise, very reminiscent of Clone Wars, which makes sense, of course, probably of Rebels, too, but I never watched much Rebels, so can't say. But I love this whole row of strong female leads, I love Ahsoka with Sabine and I am not going to be shy about saying I totally ship it. They both have peak lesbian energy, especially together, I can't. Also loving Hera, she is the only thing I remember clearly from what little Rebels I watched and this is a very good live action rebirth of the character.

Apparently episode 5 is gonna be released in select theatres in the US. I wonder how long it's gonna be, even the first two episodes weren't more than 40 minutes each, so I think that might be a stretch, but if it's gonna be the peak of the show, maybe I can understand that.

No spoilers. Just watch it. It's good shit.



Now I've almost spent an hour on this entry and I don't know how to finish it off. I'm listening to Quadro Nuevo, Roma Nun Fa la Stupida Stasera and life feels pretty good right now.

How's that?

friday.

We did all the things.



I got that scene written, very instrospective and not moving around much else but the narrator herself, but that did indeed move her a good couple of steps closer to the shipping aspect of the fic, so it was a very necessary scene, albeit slow and philosophical. Tonight, I hope to at least get started on this next scene which is more of a dialogue scene between the foster mother character and the narrator. They'll be readying their hair salon in the morning, so I needed to figure out what a hair salor looked like in the 60's. A bit of a miracle that I haven't looked this up yet, but under any circumstances - found this!



Which was pretty much exactly what I'd had in mind, so hooray for my period appropriate brain, I guess.

If I can finish the scene, that would be ideal, but since we managed to get the cleaning over with, we have all weekend off from duties besides cooking, so I should have plenty of time to write tomorrow and Sunday. Though, tomorrow we're going downtown for a few things, so I might be tired in the aftermath. Anyway, there is time and what I don't write tonight, I can write some other day. Not like I have a job to put all my spoons into.

Although it might sound like something I'm pacing myself through, I'm really enjoying writing this fic and I look forward to being done with it for the simple reason of wanting to see what it might end up looking like in its entirety. Very excited about that, actually. It's just the trip there that's a bit of work.



I bought a huge bouquet of flowers for K. today. During the pandemic, I made it a tradition that Friday afternoon, while she was working from home, I brought her flowers. It was part of my attempt to get out the door and face the world, that one time during the week when I had to. After the pandemic, the tradition died out somewhat, but today - while she cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen - I walked down to the florist and found the best bouquet money could buy and took it home. She loved it and it fits into our living room so well. We'll try to make it last for as long as possible.



For dinner tonight, I bought ready-made "boller i karry" which is a kind of meatball dish in curry sauce with rice for side. It's very simple and very delicious and I bought it in a jar, so it just had to be heated and the rice made. Very easy, but since our energy had been spent on cleaning, I think it was a good call, overall. It tasted yummy, too.



Now we've gathered around the table in the living room, right next to the flowers. I'm sitting here with my laptop and she's sitting with her jewellery-making... stuff. Lots of pearls and metal string. She makes wonderful earrings, K. does. She's making me a pair right now... Must make sure she takes a picture of the finished result, once they're done.