Grin*

Thanks to careful nursing, Day-Glo drugs, and unconditional sweetness from friends on both sides of the blip-stream, I felt well enough today to try some high-temperature, low-dose yoga. A freakish mid-February spring fever has swept the city on this gorgeous bluesky Sunday. I came home, combed in my favourite hair masque, wrapped it up Rosie the Riveter-style and scrubbed my home to within inches of its life.

* recently presiding over the comfy waiting area of the yoga studio. Apparently purchased on Craig's List by one of the staff. Begging to be blipped and reminding me to visit my chiropractor just for good measure.