August 4, 2009

Took my first yoga class while thunderstorms ripped through downtown. I cannot sit cross-legged, but that is the worst of it. I feel good now, relaxed and energized at once, as everyone said I would. Cindy, the instructor, says I’m a “natural.” I was just happy not to be the class spaz.

Brief chat with AG, after a long absence. He has a son I didn’t know about, and lacks a wife I thought I did.

J worries about my health. It is sweet. BE did long ago. That was sweet too. We leave too many things behind. Some of them catch up to us again; most do not.

Sound of Carmen from the living room, from my instructional set “Listening to and Understanding Opera.” It’s always something.