Feeling heroic

Yesterday concluded my second week of the winter quarter's yoga classes. I've switched from two evening classes a week to one evening and one mid-morning class a week. I'm feeling heroic because I've actually made it to my 10 am yoga class two weeks in a row. Remember, I normally am barely out of bed yet at that hour and need a couple of hours to drink three cups of coffee, eat something, feed Charly, forget everybody's pills until noon at least, and then decide what to do that day. In class at 10 am, I feel like a statue that's in the early stages of coming to life, blinking, moving awkwardly, testing. Balancing poses are a cruel joke. Ardha chandrasana at 10:30 am? You have to be kidding! No? As for eating at least two hours before class... Well, I ate a banana on the way in the car. I was fine. Burp.

Oregon and Washington are drowning, washing away in spots. I can't recall the last time I saw the sun & am grateful to live atop a hill.

Here's Charly posing with her shoe. Yes, HER shoe, not mine. She knows the difference. She loves to stuff her nose inside, inhaling deeply over and over. I expect one day to be out walking her and see her leap upon the shoe's former owner who donated it to GoodWill. (Wait, she does that to everybody.) 

One of these days I'll have to learn how to arise at 6 am so that I can cope with grandson Henry spending the night. We are starting with him staying here a couple of hours this Saturday, progressing to overnights, and then him moving in for a few days when his new sister arrives. It will be weird and fun, possibly stressful at first, for both of us, adapting.