It's almost too hot to blog. The sun's disappeared, it's overcast, and the air is horribly still. I'm hoping this merely presages an almighty thunderstorm, but I don't think we're going to be that lucky. For the first time ever, I wore shirts and a tiny top to yoga -- not as tiny as the halterneck top and hotpants that one girl wore (ill-advisedly without a bra) -- and still sweated buckets. AND I got to view all my hidden-until-now cellulite and worry about whether my knickers were on display. Not really relaxing. It was a punishingly active session, one that made me realize that I must never attempt Bikram yoga. After 30 minutes, I wanted to lay down and die; 60 minutes in, and I thought I was going to pass out during downward dog. I crawled home afterwards and dozed on the sofa for about 40 minutes, something I never normally do during the day.
The ironing can wait till tomorrow. Dinner is hoummus and raw veggies (no cooking required). I'm off to look at pictures of igloos.
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