Self-day

Today is a take-care-of-myself (and my own shit) day.

So far I have played with cute cat, had a nice breakfast, slept a bit more, and hoovered/cleaned my apartment. Cleaned thoroughly, i.e. also behind/under stuff, used a wet cloth, and removed stupid spider web from my celing. My flowers have been talked to, examined, and some also got a splash of water (also my three lovely heather plants on the balcony). The selection of plausible ways to continue the day are: buy small things for the Advent gift-calender I am making for my sweet sister, work out, fix nails, do crossword puzzles, sleep, knit, cut fabric for New Year's dress, sleep some more, and/or take a walk. Nice to have many things that you can do, but don't have to do. I guess I could also prepare for tomorrow morning's meeting with my cognitive psychologist.

Or, I could just hang out and revel in the fact that I was awarded a 2000-euro stipend for my current research project! How good is that? Now I can finally slosh about with my expensive antibodies, just like I have always wanted.