Lazy? Yes, indeed.

 After two interrupted night´s sleeps I did not function well enough to do more than the cleaning basics, at least in the morning. Hubby was at home on-off, as always. Doctor´s office early in the morning, breakfast, DIY shop, more coffee, to the petrol station- hubby loves to be under way permanently. I am the complete opposite- got almost flustered when sister called to tell me she had tickets for theatre for both of us on the eleventh. Oh no, after two mornings with early shift transport and a third one looming the next day I will go to see a play- I hope sis will wake me in case I fall asleep, which I might. But I will be out of the house, doing a thing I seldom do anymore, while husband is off to concerts on a weekly basis. Not at the moment, because number two is on vacation and he is the one who gets the remaining tickets for free...
So after dusting and cleaning the ground-floor bathroom I took my tablet and did a bit of reading. Reading led to napping, and I knew I had to take action and do something instead of wasting away the day. I ended up in the studio decluttering more boxes. The bin is full now with old handbags, bric-a brac and things like electric manicure sets (two of them, gifted by DiLs who bought themselves a new one). Strange- I have decluttered boxes for months now, and suddenly I end up with three empty ones. What have I done wrong the last times I set my eyes on this task?
Weather is so very strange- from rainy and cool to smuggy and warm within a few hours. Not hot, only 22 degrees, but enough to sweat with all the dampness in the air! Yet not the right weather for tiling with all those little rain showers now and then! Hubby is very bored now that the other work he started got finished!
Jam season has arrived- hubby bought two kilo of strawberries. The sickly-sweet aroma is permeating the house, no matter how many windows are open. At least this time husband mine managed to do the work in one go. Last year it took two days for the same amount. Two days smelling jam- the horror for me! I do not eat it, do not need it!
I have given up on finishing Elsa´s summer top till Saturday- the measurements son sent me are so grotesquely wide that I might have put daughter into this top. I will measure Elsa out myself, when we are at her parents this weekend. Both front and back are knitted up to the armpits, the rest will have to wait. There´s a thing called post office where one can send off parcels...