Perjantai 🇫🇮 Föstudagur 🇮🇸

I completed the hall today. I visited my favourite shop after waking up, having breakfast, slurping the much-needed coffee, and studying a bit. I bought the things I needed to finish the painting job in the hall.

After returning home, I prepared lunch. The menu wasn't a fancy Michelin-star restaurant's dish. It was fish fingers with rice, but we ate like the most delicious menu in the world. After such a long hiatus in the kitchen, even the simplest food tastes like the dish kings and queens eat.

I gave Ági a foot massage before buckling down to the hall.

At 2 p.m., we parted ways. Ági went up to the attic to teach, and I put on my worker suit and continued painting in the hall. It took me two hours to apply another layer of paint to the walls because the bucket that contained the paint wouldn't fit onto the ladder. So, I had to climb the ladder each time I wanted to get the paint on the roller. It seemed like a leg workout.

Anyway, the result is fantastic. The hall looks like new. We need to wait one more day to put the furniture back, but now we can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The weather is interesting, to put it mildly. With +28°C, it felt like summer. However, the imminent storm, which brings colder air, is clearly a sign of the coming seasonal change. Still, next week will be warm. This two-day interruption can't interfere with our plans. But I love the fact that I can still wear my beloved TEVA sandals for another week. I've been wearing them since the beginning of May.

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