I’ve got magic to do.

I had a six month check-in with my migraine doctor this morning.

Doctor B: How are the headaches?
Me: They would be better if I started doing yoga again.
Doctor B: How about your mood?
Me: It would be better if I started doing yoga again.
Doctor B: Is there a reason why you haven’t been practicing yoga?
Me: For the past several months I’ve been unfocused and blergh and pppffffffff.

I walked away with four prescriptions: One for yoga, one for meditation, one for mindfulness, and one for research into the AHA guidelines for aerobic exercise. She said too many of her patients believe yoga/meditation/mindfulness is just a bunch of crazy voodoo wizardry, and those are the ones who tend to reMAIN PAINed in the CRAAAAYNium. Anyway? I’m all in, and I’ll go back in three months with Birkenstocks, a shaved head, and a sore throat from singing my sorcerous circus incantations.

What else? I’ve got some sloppy spinning going on:

Also, I’ve made a little more progress on my Lucca:

Not a Memoir
It was a Sunday night, and ten or more of us were sitting in the front room of the rented house we called 210. We gathered there weekly to watch The Simpsons and decompress before the week began. The topic of prison came up (as it sometimes does) and he made us laugh when he said he could never go to prison because he didn’t look good in orange. We stopped laughing an hour later when the police came to the door and arrested him for something having to do with a bad check. The only one of us who had money decided to let our arrested friend stew at the police station a bit to teach him a lesson. We took a vote and decided that three hours in jail was sufficient, because it would give us more than enough time to order pizza.

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7 thoughts on “I’ve got magic to do.”

  1. I love the yarn colors, they are so pretty! (You are a very talented knitter… if you lived closer I’d take lessons.)

  2. I’m not sure I’d like spinning as much as I’d like watching someone spin.

    I’m teaching my first ever yoga workshop on Saturday. I’m real nervous about it, since I haven’t really been a yoga teacher for about five years. We should all do some yoga.

  3. Unfocused, blergh and pppffff is my too. Too bad I have two work phoen calls today.

    Ahh I remember back in the day when I used to sit down in front of the Simpson’s with my room mates.

    I don’t know why… perhaps the irony of your friends jape about orange not being his colour before the police knocked on your door, but I got a flavour of the “Secret History” about your latest journal extract. I. Am. Intrigued.

  4. I did a 10 week mindfulness workshop starting in January and yesterday I did not want to murder an obstructionist coworker.


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