Yesterday afternoon I had the pleasure of having a late lunch with an old friend. Said friend's blossoming friendship and subsequent crash and burn are documented right here in the archives of this blog thing I do... Picking up L affords me the "opportunity" to run into her since her children go to the same school... the last time I ran into her we emailed a few times trying to get together and it never materialized. So I was pretty surprised and, I'll admit, a bit nervous when she invited me to a small coffee place after pick-up. It was enjoyable... the kids were running around in the grass, by the tree, on top of the tables and we had chai and a really good vegetarian sandwich. At first we started talking about various things and then we got on the subject of yoga. It's funny how in all of my conversations somehow yoga surfaces. I think I've become a complete bore. My life is either work or yoga these days. We talked about the discipline of yoga and I realized something... The Husband told me the other night that I've chosen to do this yoga thing and make it a priority and that's where I'm at right now and that I shouldn't beat myself up feeling like a horrible parent because I choose to leave the house early every morning to practice... it's where I'm at right now... and 4 years ago where I was at was handing over my life and body, literally, to two small kids who waiting on my every breath and step and milk letdown... He's right, this is where I'm at right now and it's okay. It's okay. If only I could convince myself of that in my ego.

At some point I realized we were incredibly late... I was supposed to be getting the girl's back to the house to change for kirtan with Krishna Das. The Daughter has been so excited about it. They put on about 50 bangles and we trotted over to the studio... Kirtan was lovely though I was somewhat distracted. For some time I had both girls in my lap and then later I was worried after they left to jump around in the entry room and still later I had them in the back of the main room under the pretense of them wanting to dance... only the dancing turned into running and finally to beating the walls before Tim came over and eloquently quieted the masses with a single look and gesture of the hand (after my pleading, cajoling and finally giving over to my lack of control over them all). It was a small kirtan group but a lot of energy. I really enjoy KD's music so it was lovely to be so close and to share with all of my yoga friends.

After yoga we wanted to entertain the girls for a bit so we got our toes done and other activities. When we dropped off L I met a few people and then met Noah... at which point I finally pieced together who he was and mentioned that I knew a student of his and that I've been planning on crashing said friend's couch one day so that I can have the privilege of practicing with them. Based on his energy alone, that is something I really need to make happen.

As I was getting ready for work this morning I realized how badly my head hurt and it took me a few minutes to remember that yesterday, as I was walking into work, head down, focused on the email on my geek toy (aka Treo), I got slammed in the head by the elevator doors as I was halfway inside and halfway out... Yes, friends, I got SLAMMED in the head and have a huge welt on my head and massive pain still there. I'm an idiot. I decided since I sit in the corner and rarely see anyone that I would wear sweats to work in anticipation of leaving early to catch my flight... of course today was the day I saw everyone, got the raised eyebrow from the office manager, the Executive Directory, CIO coming to a meeting... Did I mention the word idiot already? Really good impression I'm making.

I leave shortly for the airport... Guruji in the morning, big meetings after.. then an appointment with my genetic counselor at a hospital there in the city. I'm a bit nervous about that one... while I've come through this surgery with grace or something of the sort... if I have to do the "other half" I'm gonna cry... huge bawling streams of tears. Then I spend a week in Seattle on campus at the software giant. I'm hoping to make it to Yoga Spirals while there... I packed more yoga clothes than work clothes... what does that tell you?