2026 Week 2

I'm not sure which Monday it is in January that is meant to be the most depressing, but I hope it's not as depressing as this week has been. What a grind! It was cold all the time and we didn't even get any snow out of it, even though I lay in bed on Friday morning willing it to be blanketed outside. 

Oh well. One week down, five to go, and then it's half term and ski time. 

I have done the self-care things this week. I've been to the sauna twice, to the gym twice, to yoga and to see the PT. I haven't really been eating very well but it's all relative, I'm not longer existing on cheese and gin, so that is good. I've been going to bed as early as I can (and I'm bashing this out quickly now so I can head there asap). Mr Z and I went for a brunch yesterday and I allowed myself an afternoon nap. I sorted out some clothes for charity and hangered up a week's worth of outfits. I ordered a blue leather skirt I don't need but couldn't stop thinking about. 

I finally finished Beloved by Toni Morrison. It was pretty horrible but not as ghastly as people had made it out to be; maybe that's because I'm not a mother, I can see that being haunted by your own baby (this is not a spoiler, it's on the first page) might be more horrifying if you had ever had a baby. Or maybe I've just read too many gruesome stories of slavery. 

I've started a Karen Maitland medieval horror but I've also just got a library book in, Elements by John Boyne, which jumped out at me from somebody's 2025 reading list. Also I got a guide to Slovakia so I am spoilt for reading choice. 

We finished watching the Sopranos and I started watching the OG Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, from the 70s. I think having seen the film a few times helps with linking the bits of the story together, though I still find it difficult to mesh all the threads into something other than one big tangle. It's on iPlayer if you fancy it. A lovely bit of 70s nostalgia. 

No knitting has happened. Since ripping the mitten back to its picot cuff, I haven't restarted, mainly because I can't decide whether to go up one needle size or two. Well, that's not strictly true. I think I have decided I need to go up two, but I have been too lazy to get the needle case out of the blanket box to retrieve them. That just about sums up how little energy there's been for the week, to be honest.