I had my eyes dilated today. In fact, I had the entire eye exam and am happy to report that my eyes have not gotten any worse since my last visit, which was two(?) years ago in Utah.
I was going to start a six-week workout boot camp today, but am drinking soda and candy and nursing my headache (from having my eyes dilated) and whatever else ails me. So, tomorrow it’s going to happen. I will work out for reals. Not just yoga. Not just once a day, but a significant amount. The kind of workout that will do funny things to my blood sugar, make me want to quit, make me feel icky, but I’ll stick with it because the goal is only six weeks (which is how long the summer session is), and that seems like an attainable goal. We. shall. see.

I’ve had nothing to say. I’m just watching the relationship unravel and rekindle. Fascinating.
Lounging on the balcony admiring flowers and taking a book, but resting my eyes.
Wondering what all I’ll get to this summer. Everyone has requested a weekend.
Trying to think of something to say about the summer solstice for meditation.
The amorphophallis titanum (in addition to other misshapen phalluses).
Dreams of camping by a clear mountain lake, warmed by the sun.
Setting resolutions to exercise and eat less for six weeks.
Scratching mosquito bites until they’re raw.
Scared of what their capable of. Men.
Father’s Day card to my father.
Unwashed hair brushing.
The last day of class.
Gluten intolerance.
Drinking the pool.
Teaching yoga.
Not bathing.
Photos.