Today. I’m over today and wish that it was Friday so I can be on my way to the west coast for a glorious week of vacation.
No, you just took a cab 3 blocks.
Sometimes, it’s inevitable. An instructor of mine met his current partner a couple of years ago in class. Now they teach together, lead retreats together, have a son together, are generally adorable together. Their thought: why go to yoga and meet so many like-minded people, then walk out the door and start swiping through Tinder?
I wrote about the weird, but sort of necessary politics within yoga class relationships. (via Washington Post)
A must read by the one and only Kelly.
It’s not even 2pm and today has already been one of the worst days in recent memory. Can I just go back to bed and start the week over?
- Wrigley woke me up at 4:45 because he wanted to play. I told him he could go to his crate or go back to sleep. Luckily he chose sleep.
- Was thisclose to being hit by a car on my way to my morning meeting. The guy driving then had the audacity to yell at me and tell me that it was MY fault that I was walking in a crosswalk when HE HAD A RED LIGHT.
- SCOTUS. Enough said.
- Discovered that a somewhat well known blogger who went to my alma mater is using our wedding hashtag (except with their last name). I know that’s it’s a petty little thing, but when Elliot and I came up with it last October, it seemed so original. They didn’t get engaged until January, so I have a sneaking suspicion that they heard about it through a mutual friend. Ugh.
- My iPhone was working perfectly this morning and now it won’t charge or turn on. And no, it hasn’t been in contact with any water. Does anyone have any miracle cures for these sorts of situations?