Lately I really love these shows: Brothers and Sisters, Dirt, and Dance Life on Mtv. SNL was delicious this week as well with Jake Gyllenhaal and his fearless monologue and also the always enjoyable Shins.

I finished The Namesake and loved every last second of it. (Here's a blog about production that is interesting) Then I gobbled up Confessions of a Video Vixen on Sunday. It was awful. Awfully good that is. In a most salacious, scandalous way. Just look at the cover. I was embarrassed checking the thing out at the library. Last night I started Eat,Pray,Love, which is proving to be fantastic. I went to bed far too late because I was totally engrossed. This is the perfect read for me right now. She's a wonderful writer, has a calming voice but is really funny and real. She also seems to zero in on the things that are important in life.

Things are sort of up in the air with me at the moment physically, mentally, emotionally. Life is chaotic. I just try to remember and breathe. Day by day. Distraction is also key for me. I've been really good at that.  

Here's something weird: I found a therapist through our insurance that was close to our house and she told me straight away that she didn't have a lot of room on her schedule for new patients but she would see me once and then refer me to someone else. I agreed, desperate to verbally vomit out everything that has been going on with me. We talked. She was lovely and wise. At the end of the appointment she said calmly "you know, I am going to try to find some time in my schedule because I think we'd be a really good fit. My specialty is working with people with chronic illness and...I don't know if I should be telling you this but...I have lupus."

I was gobsmacked. What are the odds?? Relief poured over me. She gets it. Immediately.

I have been missing yoga like you would not believe. Because of the friggin herniated disc, the doc doesn't want me going even after my soulful plea to let me still go. It's so therapuetic for me that when I don't go I am left sort of depleted and empty. So...more physical therapy and when she clears me I'm heading straight to a class.

Shout out to RMP - "A lament in one ear, maybe - but always a song in the other." Isle of View.