I’m SORE today from my class yesterday. MAN. It was vinyasa, which is a little different from what I have been practicing. (Amrit ) (funny side note: to give an example of vinyasa, I just grabbed the first site off of a google search and the guy on the Vinyasa site happens to be my sister’s instructor. Weird.) And it’s always strange getting used to a new instructor.

Matt, my instructor, studied with Ana Forest, who I didn’t know, but Meg knew of her and said she’s really great. I was just reading her philosophy online and it really resonates with me but I think Matt is going to take some getting used to. He’s a triathlete so he’s a little sporty sport sport for me. I’m looking for more than just a workout. Plus, he mumbles and goes too fast. We’ll see. The studio is delightful though. Wood floors, peaceful environment, calming music, painted murals. I was laughing at my free little yoga class in the church basement on the cold cement floor with the raucous meeting going on next door and the choir practicing upstairs. Funny. Hey, whatever works for you. And that class made my body feel better and calmed my mind. Plus, the fact that the guy was doing it on his own time, for free, says something.

Emily sent a box of goodies from her Iceland trip today and I was beyond thrilled. (Treats from LUSH ) The excitement of receiving a package is just too much. Along with the goodies was one of the beautiful flower vases from her wedding, a treat for Peter (moleskin reporter’s notebook), a postcard for HJ, a sweet note as well as the Playboy pictorial of Hef’s girlfriends which I was dying to study. That show, Girls Next Door, is fascinating to me.

Peter is on his own tonight with the wee ones as I’m going out for a bite with Julianne and to see Elizabethtown. It’s not top on my list but we’re both in the mood to be spoon fed and it’s a perfect night to get out for some gal pal time. (I’m smiling because isn’t EVERY night a perfect night?) Ha.

I’ve been dying for some champagne lately.