My Shadow Doesn't Match Who I Am...Or Is It the Other Way Round?

My Shadow Doesn't Match Who I Am...Or Is It the Other Way Round?
Originally uploaded by my.third.eye

Big day yesterday: I finally cleaned off the top of my desk. (Of course, most of what was on it just went into piles on the long rectangle folding table nearby. A very ugly metal table with a fake brown wood top. But at least I found and paid the overdue bills, and began gathering tax receipts and bank statements, oh yippee.)

Wasn't the weekend weather glorious, though? Jack and I took Ms.Livvy B. to Noe Valley on Saturday. We walked up and down Dolores and Church streets, as well as several of the streets inbetween them. We got too hot and had to tie our jackets around our waists, and Olivia, who is a true San Franciscan, pooped out sooner than usual because she can't take heat over 60 degrees, the little wimp.

This morning I sent an email to the guy who teaches "Thai yoga therapy" at Bernal Yoga. The description intrigued me, and so I'm going to try one private session with him, first; I am a real chicken about taking any group class that has to do with body movements/exercise. I must first be taught, one-on-one. Then and only then will I venture out into a group. Groups freak me out, in general.

Did anyone watch Bill Maher last night? I love his show. It's one of the only smart talks shows in existence.

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[harlan lewps]

I like that photo and title a lot. Yeah, groups freak me out a bit, though we, too, keep threatening to darken the door of a yoga class.