Yeah, so, I was able to go to yoga twice this week, you guys. Twice! I can’t remember the last time that happened, but I think Donald Trump was still just some stupid, ignorant asshole who hosted a reality show and not a presidential front runner. Good times.
I found a yoga studio that is just a few minutes from our house, and — more importantly — it is easy to find a parking space. The biggest hurdle in making yoga happen for me has been actually getting to a yoga studio. Back in the day, when I lived in the Haight, I could just walk to a nearby yoga studio. In Glen Park, I need to walk to BART and go to the Mission, or drive and find parking in the Mission or Bernal Heights. In other words, getting to yoga had become kind of a pain in the ass, making it very easy to not go.
I’m so stoked to find a yoga studio nearby with ample parking. Seriously, this has improved the quality of my life. Of course, now my body is sore, but in a good way. My arms, in particular, are pissed: “I thought we had an agreement. You don’t do the plank position anymore, and we get fat. That was the deal!”
I used to be pretty good at yoga, but now I’m kinda starting all over. That’s OK. Someday I’ll get back to this …
In other news, Netflix is dropping “Curious George” from its streaming service at the end of the month. Dun dun DUN! “Cars” and “Thomas” come and go in our house, but “Curious George” has been a constant for two years. Mighty, mighty good boy Calvin loves “Curious George.” Luckily, “Curious George” is still on Amazon Prime for free. If that changes, we’re going to have to break down and actually buy it like animals.
And on that note, happy Friday! Let’s dance.