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Downward facing dog.

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We’re back at it, loves. Last night marked my reentry into the world of exercise and yoga. Yesterday morning, to prepare, I walked to the farmer’s market with Melissa, grabbed multi-colored vegetables (think green, red, yellow, purple…) and had two miles under my belt before brunch. Oh LA, I will make you a walking city, yet.

Jeff and I headed to brunch at 12:30 with Mary and George at a new place (for us) called Alcove. Which was a delightful, both for the company and the food.

After our brunch, instead of hiking (the original plan) we watched Gnomeo and Juliet. Which was hilarious enough to entertain us, and short enough not to waste the day away. After that, we started cleaning, and before we knew it it was…5:40?! What! But…we had (separate) plans in the Valley, at 6:00! It’s ok, I thought, we could make it. Out the door by 5:45, but it was.too.late. The Hollywood Bowl traffic had struck again, and I did a U-turn around 6:01 knowing I was not to make it to my yoga class.

Downtrodden and now sweaty, I made it home by 6:10 and rethought my options. I could sit down and watch hours of Lost. Or, I could find a Netflix Yoga class. I settled for the latter, and I am (glad?) I did. Although sore today I am SO GLAD I got back to my yoga practice. And, surprisingly, glad I did it alone, in my living room. My finger is not 100 percent yet, and it was nice to be able to pause to readjust or reorganize without feeling judged (which I realize is not the point of yoga to begin with.)

After yoga, I took a shower, made myself some leftovers for dinner, and settled down on the couch to sneak in a few episodes of Lost before Jeff got home. After that Jeff and I laughed and giggled until too late (does anyone out there have those nights with your significant other where it still feels like a sleepover party and you can’t get to bed because you’re laughing or chatting and can’t stop?)

Then it was into work early this morning, and another week at my new job. Where I am finally settling in. Feeling at home. Part of the team. Ready to go.

Here’s to another week. How was your weekend?

Bits and pieces

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This weekend I got a lot done. My accomplishments include cleaning my junk drawers, dusting my room, updating our rotating scrapbook, watching an episode of Lost, and filing, filing, filing.

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Sunday I went to yoga with S. At the end of the class, S mentioned, “I’ve been thinking about becoming a vegetarian.”

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I bought an apple-red dress for LDW’s wedding. It has sparkles.

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I went to J.Crew. I returned N. Panda’s now not-bridesmaid dress.

“What is the reason for the return?” the woman asked.

“What is this?” C asked, holding up a piece of leather.

“It’s a dog collar. I think,” I said.

“It’s a bracelet,” the woman says.

“Oh. It. Looks like a dog collar. The bride changed her mind,” I said.

“About the dress, right. Just about the dress, right?” asked the male salesman.

“Yes, just about the dress,” I say.

He sighed a sigh of relief.

I maintain it was a dog collar.

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In the middle of the yoga studio, I said, “I HATE vegetarians.” That is to say: I hate uneducated people who become vegetarians because it’s trendy. But I did not do a good job of explaining. Yoga students stared. I backpedaled.

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C and I cooked chili. And corn muffins. C and I roasted a chicken.

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I watched The King’s Speech. I watched The Fighter. I watched Practical Magic (for the millionth time.) I watched Inception.

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I blogged. I cleaned out my inbox. I discovered a few new musicians.

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I bought a new notepad. For Cucina Fresca recipes. More on that later.

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I drank multiple pots of coffee. I snuggled Ellen. I snuggled Corelyn.

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I started a dance party. (Gettin’ Jiggy with It…)

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I slept until noon. I set no alarm. I was coyote.

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I got a new toothbrush. It’s green. And recycled.

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I ran a mile in 13 minutes. I am getting there.

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I grocery shopped. twice.

At TJ’s we heard: “I’m kinda faded but I feel alright (thinkin’ ’bout makin’ my move tonight),” which was followed by a man agreeing with me that it was the best song ever. “The best song. Ever. Love this song,” he agreed.