Not everything is done, but I accomplished something. I have the feeling that I can present on Monday, what I have done today. There were moments where I wanted to give up, but I went on.
In the morning I had cleaned the dishes, I had made the bed. When I arrived at home, I at least entered a decent home. I feel weak and ill. Bf is on the highway back home to Munich. He invited me for dinner. This is possible now, because the restaurants are smoke-free since the beginning of this year. People smoke outside now, no matter how cold it is. This is funny.
I will sleep a bit. So weak, so done, so ill, so exhausted.