This title is perhaps an understatement.
Every day is different. While I evaluated the last two days rather positively, I have to say today was and is close to terrible. Early in the morning, I noticed this is not my day. Oh, I forgot to say, I am writing about my physical state, my hip pains, and my going in general.
After a bit less than an hour of ergobiking and Feldenkrais exercises, I had to work on our Christmas tree, making the stem rounder and freeing it from some branches that were preventing the tree from being fixed in the tree holder. A little wind was enough to make the tree fall down. Now I hope it is sufficiently fixed, but at the moment I can’t test it because there is almost no wind.
During ergobiking, I continued the video for listening to short sentences, which I extended during my walk. Even this walk caused me problems this time. Very often, I had to stop, sometimes with sitting, sometimes not, and sometimes I was a bit afraid I wouldn’t manage to finish the route. After finishing the walk, I lay on my couch and read my German book—you know, this fascinating novel by Thomas Mann, The Confessions of Felix Krull.