Monday. I had a nutritionist appointment. It was fine, she isn't pressuring me to do anything weight related, it just trying to help with IBS, so it was really just giving me more information and trying to convince me of the usefulness of the Monash FODMAP app.
Then I came home and read Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas. It rubbed in my utter lack of knowledge of Spanish. It isn't something that comes up much, here in a country where Spanish is well down the list of most spoken languages.
Afterwards ended up thinking about Piranesi some more. A week after reading it I am still pretty convinced it is about relationship abuse. Though still worrying that seeing it that way is a more about me thing.
Today I went to my writing group for crazies. After lunch I had an attack of the tired and napped, awaking to feeble as useless to go to the writing group with my friends. The day has been dozing, YouTube and ordering a large delivered dinner.
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