tales of mundanity

Mundaneness? Whatever.

Cardo just woke up from a four-and-a-half hour nap.

I just finished catching up on Fussy.

I'm almost finished with Morality for Beautiful Girls.

I worked my way through forty minutes of yoga this evening and realized, yet again, that the relaxation at the end is always my favorite. (I should just let myself sleep right there on my yoga mat, on the living room floor, in my hand-me-down exercise-wear camisole with built-in sports-bra and thirteen-year-old entirely-too-stretched-out elastic-waist plaid shorts.)

I'm thinking that I'll apply a vinegar-baking-soda-water mixture to my head in the bathtub in an attempt to wash out two months worth of pool chemicals.

G'night.