Perforation Problems

Everything's irritating me today. I woke up early to take Clyde to be groomed. They make you drop him off between 7 and 8:30, which really isn't very nice because that means he has to just sit there in a crate or wherever they put him, feeling anxious because he's Clyde and Clyde is always anxious unless he's sleeping, waiting for hours till it's his turn. He was really not feeling it today – the groomer had a hard time getting him to come back behind the gate. Before I dropped him off, though, I had to get a poop sample for them, which means I had to take him on a walk. Sargent Rd is not the most walker-friendly street, especially at the moment, because traffic from construction closures on two surrounding streets are sending a bunch of cars down our little, sidewalk-and-shoulder-less road. So that was stressful. And I got mud and rocks in my shoes. Then when he finally pooped, it was smelly and messy and gooey, because, duh, it's poop, and I had to scoop i...

I've been obsessed with yoga headstands and handstands since February. I'm not sure what my deal is, but I just want to be upside down. It started when Amanda and I began taking a yoga class at the gym. It wasn't a great yoga class – the teacher did a pretty crappy job of explaining moves and talking us through things. It mostly just made me nostalgic for the classes I took in Indy last year. BUT it was yoga once a week, and it got me to start doing some yoga on my own at home, too. It's a common reaction to panic when a teacher says it's time to work on inversions – they're scary. Your feet are above your head, you feel like you're going to hurt your neck, you could fall over and break your face...and the chances of queefing are high. No one had ever told me the correct way to do a headstand, so I mostly just flung my feet up against the wall and hoped for the best. But as I started getting back into regular yoga practice (ho ho, that phrase is so fancy...