I honestly don’t remember if I had any plans for today. Either way, I haven’t done anything. Or, at least not anything of value.
I have a vague memory of waking up, thinking I should go lock the door, and running into Kate, one of the couchsurfers, in the kitchen. Still half-asleep as I was, I just waved at her and turned back into my room again. I must have seemed so strange. They were leaving, you see, Kate and Fran from London, on an early train and we had already said goodbye yesterday evening and, well, now Kate got an extra wave. That’s nice, I guess. They were really nice, so I don’t think she minded. They left a little thankyou letter on the kitchen table for me when I woke up the second time, way later. Always nice, the appreciation that you get from couchsurfers.
I did knit a fish today, though. To try and see if a design I did at a lecture earlier this spring would look nice.
Looks like a fish, doesn’t it (even though the color combination is unfortunate, I know)? Now I can knit fish mittens to all marine resilience people, so that they won’t freeze their precious little fingers off this coming winter (which has to be long and cold, now that the last one turned out to be so crappy). I’ll take orders. First come first served and all that.
Not a completely wasted day. Eating strawberries and whipped cream is also a nice thing. For a Sunday like this.
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It just hit me. I also spent two hours or so this morning reading scientific articles on the Arctic. Coastlines are eroding away in Alaska, from melting permafrost and decreasing sea ice. Heavy stuff. Not a wasted day at all.
Katja Malmborg 