Counting airplanes

 ...instead of sheep. Should be more efficient because of the wait between those, which might tire me. Only that I was interested whereto all those planes might go and turned the flight radar on. At one thirty I gave up, went to the loo, to bed again and ended the first part of nightly recreation, when hubby, who always follows suit, managed to create a ruckus by unintentionally clearing a shelf by throwing some of its content down while angling for the light switch. When back I did not get much more sleep, because a neighboured family started their third summer vacation, and the girls were swarming the back garden at five thirty in the morning together with their Rhodesian ridgeback. It definitely did not help that daughter started a Whatsapp discussion about the absurd regulations of Eurowings- this morning a passenger had to stay grounded aka at home because of a cast that wasn't a split cast. Split cast makes sense with a freshly contracted fracture. Definitely not, when the fracture happened three weeks ago and the non-passenger was in possession of a fit-to-fly approval...
I did not get up early, but I did read a lot to bridge the time, until I deemed it was best to get up and make breakfast. Weather was fine but not warm enough to consume ham and eggs on the terrace- eleven degrees only. Oh yes, autumn is here in its full glory. Only that I do not like and have never liked autumn. First it was, because school started and I was a schoolgirl not so fond of school. Later, because school started and I had to teach students. And now it's because autumn reminds me of withering away. Which is what the vegetation does each year, and people do it from the day of birth. Only that the process is more visible at an advanced age...
I did not have to cook tonight- hubby wanted us to eat at a Greek restaurant, but only after daughter had done what chores had to be done before she will leave for vacation. Tidy the flat, pack clothes into the bags we had provided and bring it to our house, where she has room enough to pack the suitcase and whatever she intends to take with her. I had half a piece of Topfenstrudel to bridge the time between breakfast and late lunch/early dinner. We did not go to my favourite Greek restaurant but to the posh one hubby favours. Well, since it's his turn for paying I won't complain. Next time we will definitely go for the cozy ambiente of the other Greek. Posh restaurant and an achy hand did not make for a good combination, since I was barely able to cut my meat myself and had to rely on daughter's help. I practically ate only left-handed, ignoring the glances of other guests. But I had to admit that everything tasted wonderful...
Back home we had to do two loads of laundry then continued with the jigsaw. Slowly but surely we are progressing. One more day and I will have to do that job alone. Maybe a booster seat might be helpful for a better overview...