I have done a couple of cosy things - I went to the sauna after work on Friday and to hot yoga on Thursday, after parents' evening, even though I could not think of anything I felt less like doing by that point. It was reinvigorating in a way that hot yoga always is, in that genuine type 2 fun way that I did not much enjoy it at the time. I go to one in a tent and it feels faintly unhealthy. I picked a space between a wall and a pillar, correctly predicting that the space next to me would be the very last one anyone else would pick, only to find that everybody showed up to class so I was uncomfortably close to a much younger man and a little bit concerned about sweating on him, especially as he kept moving backwards and forwards on his mat to prevent any accidental touching. This may well have been because he was worried about sweating on me but it did not make me feel great. Also I found the instructor annoying. So it wasn't the best thing in the world but, by the time I got home, I felt faintly euphoric, which is pretty good for the end of a parents' evening towards the end of a week.
I've watched the rest of Tinker Tailor and I've read the whole 'Water' section of John Boyne's The Elements, thanks to a return train journey to Birmingham. I've got another of those on Friday so hopefully I'll be able to bash out another section. I cleared out my chest of knitting yarn and sorted out lots to donate, and then donated some, to Emma, at knitting group. I looked through some more of the stash yesterday and found two boxes that are just leftovers from other projects so I think I should ditch those as well...what does one do with project leftovers? I feel that, in a 'make do and mend' mentality, I should save my scraps for knitting Barbara Goode style jumpers, but I don't even have time to knit up all my matching yarn so that feels a bit silly.
I spent yesterday knitting a swatch for a new jumper I've been planning to knit for about two decades, proving my point above even more strongly. Then, whilst watching Nuremberg last night (would recommend, it was better than I thought it would be) I wound a set of minis I bought at Wonderwool in (and here I was going to say 2022ish but am horrified to discover it was actually) 2017 and started knitting an Obfuscation cowl that is nearly 20% finished already. Just need to get on with doing things, clearly.
Work has been a bit grim but I'm just trying to go with it. It's only work and it doesn't count either for or against Cosy Fri-anuary. I had to text Mr Z on Friday to tell him I was being really aresholey but, when I got home and told him all of it, he said I wasn't arseholing, I was just refusing to put up with things.
I got ethical approval for my dissertation, so that's good. Except now I have to do the thing.
* I've known Becky for a long time and was reflecting on whether I should use the word friend. She is definitely a friend, but we don't see each other socially and I think that, when we no longer work together, we won't see each other anymore. Much like our language missing a word for Cosy Friday, I feel like it is missing a word for this sort of relationship.
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