I have mixed feelings about yesterday.
My morning was fairly productive. I did my laundry, which took almost two hours because it had stacked up from during the week. I used to be able to wear a pair of pants or a shirt a few times before needing to wash them, but the hotter weather is making that a little less comfortable. I’m getting nervous about being unemployed and whatnot when I come home, so I also started looking around at jobs. More than anything it stressed me out rather than helped, so I gave up on that after about an hour.
I took a late breakfast at a restaurant nearby the hotel that I frequent. At this point my day turned into one of sitting around a table with food and drinks.
The Danish man I met last week took me out and about, showing me all the places that he trusts. What was most useful was when he showed me where he gets his hair cut because I’m starting to look like a scraggly dog. I enjoyed the little tour we went on, but he seemed to enjoy the bars more than anything and after about an hour of going around town we settled down for some drinks.
We went to a different bar when it reached time for lunch. We got there around 2:00pm, ordered food at 2:30pm and it didn’t come out until past 6:00pm. I’m able to shrug it off if someone is 30 minutes or an hour late, but food taking three hours to prepare is upsetting. The whole urgency thing doesn’t really exist here—it’s been something I constantly struggle with.
Anyways, I was pissed off because I missed my window for running and got home late. The day was entertaining and relaxing, but overall I felt like I wasted a lot of time. I think I was in a productive mood that was slowed down and eventually extinguished against my will, so it made it hard for me to fully enjoy the day. I’m not quite sure what today had in store, but I’m going to church this morning and then I’ll take it from there.