DRAG

I have no idea what happened to me this week. Maybe it was not ever getting a chance to recover from eight hours of teacher training on Sunday. But this week was tough. I dragged this body though the week and now that it's finally Friday, I feel like pulling that scene from Rocky when he runs all those stairs. But then I think about the chores I need to do and I'm like blech.

What I should be doing right now (while I wait for my gel to run) is work on the meal plan for the month. I've started. I filled in all the pizza days. We eat pizza a lot. Every Thursday to be exact. We are creatures of habit. Or at least I am.

Also, I'm thinking I need to do something about the yoga website. An entry or something. I'm getting ready to hand out business cards with the website listed. The least I can do is write up something about when and where I'm teaching. I'm starting to think I need a business manager to take care of all this stuff. Will trade yoga for managing my life. Any takers? Didn't think so.

But you know what I really want to do. Nothing. I want to lounge on a beach with a drink that has alcohol and fruit in it garnished with a tiny umbrella with a good book (which reminds me, I'm between books right now. Any suggestions?). I want magic elves to clean my house and mow the yard while I lie listlessly sipping my drink.I get the feeling that this is going to be a really long month.