It’s been a wild day. I spent a lot of it outside the house. Most of it up to now. And now we are home and GF is doing yoga to a video and the people downstairs are practically yelling at each other as a means of communication. We can’t wait to move out of here and not hear these people any more.
But whatever. Big deal. Better than having suicide headaches.
I’m kind of hungry now. I went to PS Gourmet Coffee for the first time today and if you haven’t seen their campy ad on TV you’re missing out.
It’s a lot smaller than it looks in that commercial. I hung out there for a while. GF had some meeting and she wanted to go out for lunch in the city so I figured I might as well go with her, even though it meant missing out on some writing time. It’s President’s Day or something so she didn’t have to go to school.
I sat there and read an Irish newspaper article about this owl getting stuck in an SUV on a Florida turnpike and living through the 140 mile ride. And then I read some more about women and guns.
Then we went to this super cool coffee shop called Barrington or something like that.
Then we went to this Thai restaurant called Brown Sugar Cafe. It was awesome. There were fish swimming around.
Then we went grocery shopping. At least that’s over. Trader Joe’s was mobbed with cars.
And now I’m here, trying to get into the writing groove, but all this noise…and shit I don’t know. I’m not feeling it.
From the back heel through the hands you want to be one long diagonal line. Really feel both legs working evenly. Inhale lift the body, exhale vinyasa.