After I learned I wouldn't have to have surgery, I sat like a cupcake-printed pajama pants wearing vegetable for a few days, finally able to relax. I did nothing constructive for seven consecutive days - and meant to do it. Or not. Whatever. Now, I have realized that I have all kinds of studying and practice teaching to catch up on. Last night's practice teaching was comical, involving brand new names for asanas that included pepperings of the "F" word and getting "elbow" confused with "ankle". Funny what a week can do.
Today, I have made about a billionty flash cards, and have learned that when you see the word, "brahman", giggle, and say "THE BRA MANNNN!" almost compulsively that it is damned well time to put the books away for the afternoon. Getting up and taking an inversion (viparita karani) did nothing to refresh my brain - every time I saw the word, I chuckled and said what I told you I said that I am trying to stop thinking even now. (The bra man!) (Damn it.)
Yes, I have the slightest bit of cabin fever.
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