That's where we are today. Feeling pretty good. Went to yoga last night, which is always kind of trippy, as our instructor is a very "Earth Mother Goddess" type. She's really funny, though, and she's a doula, so she's attended over 300 births, and she's got some funny stories. Anyway, I'm happy to be back in the yoga. I was taking over the spring at another place with some theatre friends, but the art studio closed, so no more yoga studio, either. That teacher may get another class started again, which would be nice, because I miss her and those friends.
If you're interested in another person's take on Week 16, you can read one of the blogs that I follow. It's Zero to Forty, written by Amalah (Amy Corbett Storch), who also writes a personal blog and an advice column. Amalah mentions that you might be having weird dreams these days, which I can bear out. I dreamed last night that Adam was writing a hit musical about building stereo speakers, and woke up with the song, "My Straightedge Will Be Steel," in my head. Let me repeat, I woke up with a song that *doesn't exist* playing in my head.
Our next clinic appointment is on Friday morning, at which I'll get to drink a disgusting sugar concoction and then wait for an hour to see if I go into a diabetic coma. Woo...fun.
1 comment:
OMG! That dream about Adam's song sounds awesome. Now he really needs to write it. Seriously. It will be the summer's biggest hit!
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