It’s Thursday already. That’s quick for this week and yet not quick enough. I was reminded yesterday that yoga is on Thursday nights now, and I’m tempted to go. I haven’t been since last June. I probably won’t tonight (I’m practically falling asleep while typing, and I’m afraid if I go to yoga, I’ll just start snoring), but I’d like to put it back into my normal schedule. Wednesday nights for Zumba, Thursday nights for yoga. But then I look at having another evening away from home, and I don’t want that. I like being at home. It’s restful, even when remodeling projects are going on. (Speaking of, I promise to take pictures and post them soon.) And I’m a little afraid to go back – the other students have all continued and, I’m sure, improved, whereas my flexibility has gone WAY downhill. On the other hand, it’s probably not worse than the first I went. But, more importantly, who cares? It’s yoga. No judging allowed. Or people will judge you. (You’re allowed to judge people for judging people about the wrong things. Besides, judging people is fun. I mean wrong. Judging people is wrong.)
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