I did yoga tonight. I introduced my little sister to it. She was a natural.
I feel totally zen now. I also don't have anything to say in a blog post.
Except sorry I haven't been a faithful poster. I'm a busy person.
I deliver papers twice a week, teach skating AND figure skate Tuesday and Thursday, ballet on Wednesday, and tap on Thursday.
Sorry. No one cares about my schedule. I just want to say that
a) My novel is laying guiltily on my mind (it's been neglected) and
b) I'm nervous about a garage band performance tomorrow.
Garage band, you say? It's a modern school band my awesome band director Mr. M created. There's, like, vocalists (fancier than singers), guitar, keyboard (me), drums. We play CLASSIC ROCK: Hotel California is our personal hit. I love eighties music so much. It's my new thing. Top of my list:
Elton John (okay, so he's not eighties. He's been around forever. But he's a tank.)