Maanantai 🇫🇮 Mánudagur 🇮🇸

I started the day by studying. After waking up, I had my usual breakfast, pancakes at last! I last had pancakes before the kitchen renovation began on 21 August 2023. I was over the moon when I sat down and ate my pancakes. They were so delicious that I could cry. Anyway, after devouring the nosh and gulping down the much-needed coffee, I buckled down to my books. I took the morning to study because the sky was so cloudy that I thought it was going to rain. And who on earth wants to paint when it's raining?

We had pizza for lunch. Well, when I say pizza, I mean the batter was for pizza, but all other ingredients were atypical for pizzas. Ági put Greek yoghurt, bacon, and cheese on it, which was an exceptionally delicious meal. After I drank my second coffee, I began my second shift: sandpapering the staves. I couldn't finish the job because it took me longer than I'd thought. But I certainly want to complete the tasks this week. Additionally, the afternoon was extremely warm in the back garden. Even though we enjoy this late summer, this is not normal. Our bodies are craving for the season change, and our systems are getting ready for the winter months. Our circadian rhythm also signals the needed change. Due to the longer nights and the long and warm summer, we are more tired.

This week, I'll be able to finish the DIY frenzy. Our neighbour will remove the pile of trash on Friday, the locksmith promised to complete the railing and the stairs, and I'll finish the painting job by Thursday, so all in all, everything falls into place eventually.

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