It’s raining and I’m sipping Good Earth tea. It’s been raining all day and rained all night as well. I’m officially a poor student of yoga. I practiced last night and found my muscles have become astonishingly weak. I hurt myself and cannot practice tonight. I’m determined to be diligent in my practice again. Without yoga, I will be home earlier tonight. I long for a fire in the fireplace, but my wood is now wet – very, very wet. I set it out before I left for New York in hopes that it would dry a bit in the sun – now it’s swollen by rain.
I think I’ll curl up and read tonight. I’m starting a new book, 2666 by Roberto Bolano. If you could make me read any book, which one would you have me read?