Today is Little Spider's birthday. They're going out to Bovine tonight, but as I have no wish to make tomorrow "work quietly while the teacher takes a nap" day, I've decided to stay in. (Not to mention the fact that I'm off! Alcohol! For now! Sigh.)

Ah well. I did have the West Wing and a slightly manic Boy for company tonight. We've been yelling strange epithets & wrestling tonight, which is all part of our "freak out the neighbours" campaign. I dunno...if you'd just moved from the Prairies, would you find it strange to hear thumping, giggling and "my belly is full of food!" shouted over your heads?

Maybe not.

Started yoga this morning with a bunch of giggling students. Every Wednesday we have an hour of PD time while the students do enrichment activities, but I think that a resumption of yoga is far more beneficial to my state of mind than a course meeting or an hour reading a textbook from my college days. Heck, even an extra hour of sleep is probably not as useful.

Anyway, I started yoga today. I find the instructor lacking compared with Lorax, as he's rather imprecise with language and demonstration. I'd like to know where I should direct my energies, not just that I should reach skyward. But maybe I'm just pissed that I'm so inflexible. It's kind of embarrassing to be the worst participant, and I cope with it by being ferociously serious at all times. I'm sure that doesn't help the energy flow, but what can you do.

Other than that, I'm just trying to find a path between caring enough to be effective and caring so much that my sleeping and appetite suffers. I went too far in the other direction this week, and after two days of not caring, I was a total bitch today. It felt good. Maybe I can stop being a bitch in a few days. Maybe not. At least the response was good.