Slow-going

 More decluttering got done during day, albeit it was a complicated process, with questions such as do I want to keep it, will I probably need that thing? In the end I gave less away than I should have and kept more than will be good for the state of my cupboards. And since almost everything I do seems to get done in slow motion I turned my PC on and searched for a pattern for the last of the sock wool I found in a hidden box in the guest room. Found The Phoenix- one can always make use of a new shawl! I was so confident that I knew most of the patterns. What I did not anticipate was that I did all of them with relatively thick wool and a 6 mm hook. Now the hook is a 3,5 mm and the wool is very thin. My fingers are old and tired and definitely not used to shift the delicate strangs of treble crochets, which is essential. In other words: this is by far the slowest progress I ever had when crocheting. But I am determined to pull through, even though I had to unravel twice as often as usual. And believe me, I have to unravel often enough. But I like crocheting to the lady´s instruction, almost always accompanied by the sound of water (the sea? a lake? no clue!)
I did a carrot-ginger-coconut soup for early lunch- hubby was off soon after to fetch the plan cabinet DiL2 had bought on Willhaben. At first he thought that he would have to wait for Friday (the only day the seller would be able to help with the transport except for today), because it was merrily snowing along. All of a sudden the sun came out, and hubby rejoyced- Friday is his favourite shopping day, and having to drive 50 kilometres for a cabinet that does not even belong to him did not sound like fun. Meanwhile I continued with crocheting, hung the washing up and realised in the very last moment that I had to order prescriptions- my general physician does accept such orders only Tuesday and Thursday from one to three PM. It´s always hard to get through, since a lot of people will call at the same time, but I made it! Later in the afternoon I felt another cold coming on- runny nose, scratchy throat, some coughing. Damn, the last one, the one which did not want to go away, I had had in February! And now another one? Cassian had been coughing a bit, when he had been with us last Friday. Damn, why must he always spread his germs! Tomorrow I will see the boys again for another sleep-over and more germs-picking, and daughter will be here, too, for making use of me playing early shift taxi, and twice in a row at that. There goes my restful nights...