Sometimes it gets too much

A room filled with forty yoga instructors, eager to learn and, some more than others, eager to be recognised and heard. After six hours yesterday and six hours today, I can't say I look forward to six hours tomorrow. It's not the yoga or the learning I resent. It's the room filled with too much of one quality.

I'm screaming for the contrast: coffee, wine, pizza and loud music. Talking about people who are not so good and that we don't like. So that's what I got. An evening with Beautiful J and her princess. We are already into the second bottle.

Six hours of yoga with a hangover? Hmmm... That will be a first.