Today, due to worrying about the time change, I got up extra early. Instead of being cranky about this, I figured I'd get up and do some PBS yoga. Living in the wilds of suburbia, I get two different PBS stations and each has stretchy people on it first thing in the morning.
I am freaked out by the one PBS lady who does yoga on a little rock in the middle of the ocean and then has to overdub her talking since she's competing with the ocean's waves. It freaks me out. So I switched to the other PBS station and tried my best to be bendy.
I remembered why yoga is hard and felt awfully clumsy and not flexible. After a half hour of sort of fitting into the poses, feeling a bit out of breath, and feeling slightly smug for doing yoga, the credits came on. It turns out I'd been working out to "Staying Flexible: Stretches for Senior Citizens" or some such title. It turns out I'm going to sleep in tomorrow.
An Erinku:
Dylan
I'm covered in
your fuzzy love
I'm furry from you.
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