- made it to the Thursday morning early Yoga class. Yay, me! The Instructor lulled into a false sense of security by being all stretchy-focused, and then - BAM! Threw Bird of Paradise at us, she did. Dang. I *did* manage to get it going on, at least to some extent.... if you can ignore the fact that I was kind of hunched over... Hunchy Bird of Paradise is not quite as cute as non-hunchy; just sayin'.
- I found the time to toss back 20 oz of Christmas Blend. Hey, for the months of November and December, it's my duty.
- I finished "The Happiness Project" (whilst tossing back the coffee). I really liked it - I liked how "real" Gretchen Rubin comes across. She is Gretchen. (That'll really only make sense if you've read the book; if you haven't, you're probably just thinking, "Yeah... so?") I am thinking of embarking on my own Happiness Project, just for kicks. I've already found many ideas in the book that I'd like to incorporate into my life (and some that I already had been doing). It's a book worth reading; I recommend it.
- I came home and threw the ingredients for Dal in the crockpot. Yes, actually making dinner gives me a very high sense of accomplishment.
- I took care of three errands that had been nagging on me for waaaaaaaay too long - - a parcel that I've been trying to mail since August (Have I ever mentioned I loathe mailing things? It's one of my weirdnesses). I took care of my ... *ahem*... traffic citation (FIRST dang one since I was 17, y'all. What a supreme PITA.). Hit the Indian Grocer for some ingredients I noticed were lacking as I put together the dal this afternoon. Returned borrowed coolers to a friend.
- Fed children and hit the rink with them for the organized "Skate Night". We had a blast. I have one arm longer than the other from my youngest's clutch of death, but it was a great time. My eldest really got to zooming around the rink pretty good, especially since this is only her... let's see... third time in skates, and it's been 9 months (or so) since our last outing. I also did a fine job of refraining from dancing as I skated. I was under STRICT instructions that I may.not.dance. At all. Like, not even a hip shake here or there. Believe you me, even the slightest indiscretions were noted by the wily eyes of my eldest.
Home again, home again, jiggity-jig. Everyone's sleeping but me and I'm about to join them. Clothes are laid out for the morning, kitchen is cleaned up. Time to hit the hay before I start to scour the shelves for tucked away chocolate....
Today's photo - from Monday morning's venture. A good reminder.
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