Tammy and Mike, the first couple of yoga, walked in as I was walking out and Tammy invited me to stay for round two. No, thanks, I responded, Had enough during round one. It was true. The sweat rolled by the time we got to chair pose with a twist and all of that flowing from cobra to downward facing dog to plank, was enough for me.
I had a smile on my face at the end of class so everything was all good.
Felt sleepy close to three and told myself that it was okay to lie down for a while. A while ended up being a two-hour "nap." At some point, I kicked the phone off the bed among other things. Wasn't quite sure what I had done with my glasses but I did realize that Birds of the Rainforest should come off my relaxation playlist; the birds screech too much.
After yoga, went for a walk -- all I've wanted to do lately. The foliage and sun have been amazing.
Checked out the happenings on Twitter and someone that I follow retweeted something from the twitter.com/itssylviaplath account:
Each day demands we create our whole world over, disguising the constant horror in a coat of many-colored fictions.That passage stopped me in my tracks and also made me go in search of a book a poetry by Henry Dumas which I couldn't find but I know that I didn't give it away...