Marc is out of town doing some kind of crew boat race in Oklahoma. This has left me to myself for four days, and I have to admit, I was looking forward to a little me-time and the lack of grease rags, bike parts, and computer anatomy laying around the apartment. I spent the past few days literally tripping over an endless list of things to do around work and yoga training...OMG. Tonight I'm sitting here sipping the last of the homebrew (I'm not supposed to), completely annihilated. I've committed to a seven week program that sums to around 20 hours of yoga and yoga-teacher training per week. The weekends are non-existent at this point, and at the moment I'm sore as hell. I'm still chasing animals in the parks, and that means about 10 miles of hiking in the next two days.
On the flip side, the Kombucha is coming along nicely. I have a slightly sour fermented tea awaiting bottling on top of my fridge. Other exciting events include the third flooding of my and another lower condo due to a neighbors dysfunctional dishwasher. Plaster fell from my bathroom ceiling in chunks. I am in awe. I may need to rip up some flooring to see what lurks beneath. I may find Nemo.
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Wow! You sound really busy. Are you going to teach yoga?
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