Hello W, fancy you reading here?

Finally, an uneventful trip home. Landed, car was waiting for me, dropped me at home, dog barked, dropped bags, put together Spring Fairy baskets, hid eggs, created "basket hunt clues" and then I got a ping from a colleague, at a bar down the street, 11pm. I threw on some shoes and met him down there for a drink.

I haven't been to a meat market in a really long time. Let's face it, I'm 20 years older than most of them and look it. One young girl made a 20 minute discussion out of my tattoos and I will admit she had a rocking Tibetan tattoo across one shoulder (although she couldn't tell me what it said). I had a couple beers. My ass was grabbed but jostled more by the crowd as people pushed to and fro, in and out, swell and deswell (is that a word?). I had a couple beers and then I bailed out.

Two little alarm clocks woke me up at 6am and, with that, spring is here. 74 and beautiful out. We threw on shorts, tank tops and flip flops and drove down for lunch at Robertos by the beach. I do love San Diego. It's easy to forget sometimes when it's winter and the weather is comparable to Seattle... but coming home from big coats and big shoes and sweaters to my usual attire is really nice... I do love living here.

I didn't get to practice. Being gone a week and then taking practice on Easter Sunday isn't really a good mommy move. The moonday on Friday messed me up. I got on the mat today but only did sun salutations and standing. Practice tomorrow... for more ass kicking...