One foot in front of the other
May. 10th, 2020 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolorosa_12I've been feeling pretty blah all weekend. I suspect it's because of the (premature) relaxing of the lockdown (honestly, any government slogan that requires the immediate publication of clarifying footnotes is insufficiently clear), and impending (online) meetings next week to discuss our eventual return to work in the library/offices.
As a result, my weekend plans, which looked like:
Weed garden
Finish stressful administrative task
Write long review blog post about Black Sails
Thoroughly declutter clothing drawers and wardrobe
Read
ended up being more like:
Scroll idly through social media for hours
Flip through new Sami Tamimi cookbook
Drink wine
Sleep
I did at least manage the stressful administrative task, but other than that it has been a weekend of drastically lowered expectations. I finished one book and am contemplating doing a Pagan Chronicles reread, since I don't have the mental energy to start something new. My two favourite Kidrouks, and the overwhelmed people who love them might be just what I need to cut through my current feelings of fogginess.
Other than that Matthias and I finished off the third season of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and (re)watched Strictly Ballroom, which ... has not aged well in some regards, but is still the cheesy love letter to daggy Australian suburbia that I remember.
Tonight we will probably finish off the latest show in our Netflix backlog, Freud, a ridiculous German-language series set in nineteenth-century Vienna, in which the eponymous psychotherapist finds himself solving mysteries with the Viennese police, and caught up in political machinations that involve Hungarian aristocrats and occultists, hypnotised mediums, grisly murders, and the upper echelons of the Austrian army. I love it to bits: to my mind it's like a mashup of Vienna Blood and Penny Dreadful, with the worst parts removed and only the best elements remaining. It's definitely been one of my TV highlights of the year so far.
Right now it's pouring with rain, so I think I will curl up with a cup of tea and the first Pagan Chronicles book, and try to salvage my mood for what is left of the weekend.
As a result, my weekend plans, which looked like:
ended up being more like:
I did at least manage the stressful administrative task, but other than that it has been a weekend of drastically lowered expectations. I finished one book and am contemplating doing a Pagan Chronicles reread, since I don't have the mental energy to start something new. My two favourite Kidrouks, and the overwhelmed people who love them might be just what I need to cut through my current feelings of fogginess.
Other than that Matthias and I finished off the third season of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and (re)watched Strictly Ballroom, which ... has not aged well in some regards, but is still the cheesy love letter to daggy Australian suburbia that I remember.
Tonight we will probably finish off the latest show in our Netflix backlog, Freud, a ridiculous German-language series set in nineteenth-century Vienna, in which the eponymous psychotherapist finds himself solving mysteries with the Viennese police, and caught up in political machinations that involve Hungarian aristocrats and occultists, hypnotised mediums, grisly murders, and the upper echelons of the Austrian army. I love it to bits: to my mind it's like a mashup of Vienna Blood and Penny Dreadful, with the worst parts removed and only the best elements remaining. It's definitely been one of my TV highlights of the year so far.
Right now it's pouring with rain, so I think I will curl up with a cup of tea and the first Pagan Chronicles book, and try to salvage my mood for what is left of the weekend.
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Date: 2020-05-23 07:53 pm (UTC)