Hello, morning. You looked beautiful today.
I hit the SNOOZE button at 5:20 a.m., rolled over and took stock of my body. I planned to go to the 6 o'clock yoga class but my legs felt out to gas. I thought ahead to Saturday and the 11-hour yoga intensive I signed up for, then Sunday and the 90-minute class Kent and I plan to take. I reminded a friend just this week of the yoga notion of Ahimsa or "non-violence." "Practice it on yourself," I told her. I decided to follow my own advice and skip practice, rest my legs, save some fuel for the weekend.
Instead of an asana practice, I experimented with breath work. One of my teachers asked us to practice lengthening our inhales and exhales. I find the exhales easier and can get to 26 seconds. The inhales are much harder and today I topped out at 18 seconds. My teacher can push his inhales all the way into the 40s. The freak.
The kids eat 25 pounds of fresh fruit every week and by this morning, we were out, so I stopped by the grocery for more. I also picked up some power bars for the yoga workshop and, oh, malted milk balls. It's a sickness, I know.
Desmond is a super sensitive, intense little fellow who grasps the world in full and terrible detail and, as a result, can feel overwhelmed under the weight of it all. We are trying to help him find more happiness and better coping skills. So, every Friday, I sit in this lobby while he talks to a psychologist.
The plumber called multiple times while I sat there and I imagined there was some disaster afoot at the house - a ruptured sewer line, broken tiles, I don't know, something. I sent him straight to voicemail every time because I thought, what good can I do now? I'm not going to take Desmond out of the appointment early anyway. You deal with it. I finally called him when we were back on the road to school. The crisis? He needed me to stop by Home Depot again.
Oh, Home Depot, long time no see. You have some tiles and a toilet for me, right?
Which reminds me. The slow creep of Christmas crept even further back this year. We started seeing Christmas trees and decorations literally the day after Halloween. Earlier this week, Josephine even remarked on the trees and wondered why they're out already. "It feels like everyone is trying to rush the holiday," she said. To wit:
Living so close to the White House, we often see Marine I in flight - over the garden plot, the house, along the Mt. Vernon Trail, certainly most places in the city and many days outside school. It flew over today while Tobias was throwing a paper airplane which struck me kind of funny. I always try to wave.
I wore a new sweater.
Final random thought: after dinner, I watched last night's episode of Scandal on Hulu . Holy hell. We need to talk about that one.