Happy to know that 108 evening sun salutations still involve a lot of sweating but no longer involves discomfort and provide a great night’s sleep.
Not so happy to know that they aggravated my newly acquired case of sciatica.
Disgusted but not surprised that nobody is the blame for Sandra Bland’s death in Texas.
60 degrees on December 22nd probably means that my obsession with dystopian fiction and film is probably intuitive preparation.
My house is in order, and I have not a single creative idea, or any desire to read text today so I will stand and walk in place (sciatica) while I binge watch the entire season of this:
I will also make either popovers or pecan balls as my source of sustenance today.