I was really feeling ragged last night, partly due to overdoing it on Sunday and Monday and partly due to not eating enough during the day on Monday. But today I feel fantastic and an odd side-effect, pull-ups on the little stone ledge above the doorway to our offices here feel really easy. Getting my back adjusted by Pete last night couldn’t have hurt either.

It is a nice feeling to overextend and then come back to earth feeling better than before.

3 in 2

I thought I would go to three yoga sessions, one on Sunday, another on Monday morning and another, after a day of writing on 1st Quest, on Monday afternoon. I reckoned the third session would be the easiest. No. Wrong.

Turns out the middle session felt pretty solid but the first and last sessions were ass-kickers.

And I just got back from the Swamp, a late night out.

Someone wake me up when the leaves change color.

My Yoga Beetle

For the second time, I was wrapped up in some awful posture, with my head on my knee, trying to pull on something or other and there it was, this little beetle on the floor, crawling around my yoga mat and the sweat drenched towel on top of it.

I was tempted to look up some Beverly Hills mythology to find out the deep spiritual meaning of seeing a beetle while doing Bikram Yoga.

This week is all about getting the 1st Quest ashcan ready to roll and talking to Chad about my setting notes on Seven Skies before its too late.

Ass kicked Friday

Man, yoga kicked my ass this morning. I’m not sure why but this class was the hardest one yet. I’ll go again on Monday.

Reading: I put down the viking historical fantasy novel, The Whale Road when I realized that I just didn’t give a fuck about the last thirty pages at all. Now I’m finishing up The Thief and Money Shot while flirting with the first ten pages of Childhood’s End.

Planning: Saturday night fights, Sunday picnic with the Conspiracy of Shadows Pirates who could make it and sleeping on my new futon with Janaki (but not with Zorro).

Wearing: My new Dickies jeans and black shirt but I forgot my damned belt.

Writing: I wrote about the second session of Daggers and Deviltry and tinkered with other things.

And you?