situation. The next class may be better. Or maybe not.
A strange thing happened near the end of class, when we were all in resting pose. A woman burst through the rear door, and in a very loud voice asked which one of the seven of us owned the silver car. Dori, our instructor, said she did. The woman, in an even louder voice, then said she needed Dori to move it because the parking lot was being plowed.
This to me was a signal that this day had its own momentum, and that the best I could do would be to go with the program. Nope, no rest ahead, I’ll just go through the motions of living, and keep going until tonight, when I attempt to catch up on lost sleep.
I will, today, help Pete shovel, scoop, and plow. I’ll also tend to horses and maybe get them out. Like yesterday, I will of course be chancing it because the plow driver is not on a schedule. (I did a good job of this yesterday.)
I know that I’ll feel better mentally and physically, having gotten my yoga fix.
I’ve given up on Photoshop until next year, so I won’t be going to class this evening. Next year I’ll do better. At least, there is always that hope.
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