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nineveh_ukAt the end of last week I felt really tired and was staggering badly through the working days, so when I was tired over the weekend and still tired on Monday, I decided that I needed an extra day off and having no meetings on Friday duly booked one. Naturally, by Thursday evening I was feeling a lot better than the previous week, but I'm not going to complain about that.
The great thing about a Day Off is that it is extra, with no feeling of obligation or trying to fit things in. So today I have:
* Got up late. This was very nice, especially as having been woken by some warm nights I had taken Nytol to make sure I slept better and thus slept until 8'clock albeit with some really weird dreams. I read some of the commercially published translation of the novel of The Untamed/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. Reader, as a book it is pretty fun*, but as a translation it is dreadful, and I can tell that without speaking a word of Chinese. But more on that another post.
* Got up eventually to watch the women's mass start biathlon race. I'm not as big a biathlon fan as a cross-country ski one, but it is unquestionably a sport that reaches its peak at major championships when the panic sets in on the shooting range.
* Moved the car to take its chances with roof tiles rather than tree branches on account of Storm Eunice (it is fine, as is everything here but someone's dull bush. But it was very, very windy). Also watched jets land in the wind at Heathrow.** Best performer of those I saw was EgyptAir, who looked like they were in a dead calm. I shall never worry about my plane being buffeted on a mildly breezy day again.
* Ironed to the men's biathlon. Farewell, biathlon, it was a good Games. Plus now I have fresh pillowcases.
* Cut out some of a new lino cut print design to various other bits of Olympics. I keep forgetting how hard I find it on my shoulders at the moment, but I like the design.
* Made the venison ragout part of Tom Kitchin's venison ragout lasagne. I should love to have it in lasagne form, which I have looked at in the recipe book in my parents' kitchen and salivated over, but that's just a bit too much effort for me at the moment. The deconstructed version certainly smells like it will be delicious with papardelle.
Plus receiving a supermarket delivery and cleaning half the bathroom. Not bad going really. And I still have the weekend to go.
* I could wish I had read it without having seen the TV series, for such moments as "hang on, third person POV, have you just skipped blithely over our protagonist doing a little light grave-robbing?" and wondering how on earth things were going to work out.
** I am now imagining the MJN Air version of this...
The great thing about a Day Off is that it is extra, with no feeling of obligation or trying to fit things in. So today I have:
* Got up late. This was very nice, especially as having been woken by some warm nights I had taken Nytol to make sure I slept better and thus slept until 8'clock albeit with some really weird dreams. I read some of the commercially published translation of the novel of The Untamed/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. Reader, as a book it is pretty fun*, but as a translation it is dreadful, and I can tell that without speaking a word of Chinese. But more on that another post.
* Got up eventually to watch the women's mass start biathlon race. I'm not as big a biathlon fan as a cross-country ski one, but it is unquestionably a sport that reaches its peak at major championships when the panic sets in on the shooting range.
* Moved the car to take its chances with roof tiles rather than tree branches on account of Storm Eunice (it is fine, as is everything here but someone's dull bush. But it was very, very windy). Also watched jets land in the wind at Heathrow.** Best performer of those I saw was EgyptAir, who looked like they were in a dead calm. I shall never worry about my plane being buffeted on a mildly breezy day again.
* Ironed to the men's biathlon. Farewell, biathlon, it was a good Games. Plus now I have fresh pillowcases.
* Cut out some of a new lino cut print design to various other bits of Olympics. I keep forgetting how hard I find it on my shoulders at the moment, but I like the design.
* Made the venison ragout part of Tom Kitchin's venison ragout lasagne. I should love to have it in lasagne form, which I have looked at in the recipe book in my parents' kitchen and salivated over, but that's just a bit too much effort for me at the moment. The deconstructed version certainly smells like it will be delicious with papardelle.
Plus receiving a supermarket delivery and cleaning half the bathroom. Not bad going really. And I still have the weekend to go.
* I could wish I had read it without having seen the TV series, for such moments as "hang on, third person POV, have you just skipped blithely over our protagonist doing a little light grave-robbing?" and wondering how on earth things were going to work out.
** I am now imagining the MJN Air version of this...