One day at a time
It was a good weekend: I’m full, sore, relaxed and have clean undies. I’m indulging in a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon to help perfect the mellow initiated at yoga this evening. Pongo is burrowed into my bed, miffed that the laundry-based fortress of solitude has been diminished. Sure, tomorrow will bring a return to the mundane, but I can handle it.
