This morning, I didn’t get much yoga done. I was still mad from yesterday – I didn’t dwell on it, but when I started doing yoga, anger was the first thing that bubbled up. “He’s not going to keep me from walking this morning.” So I walked.
I took a different route than usual, because I was angry and not stupid. Saw LOTS of good stuff, walked around a pond, talked to a woman feeding ducks from her yard, also baby kittens. The baby kitten was black and of the age where it looks like their little kitty butts are levitating, dragging the rest of the kitten with them. She said the pink bird in the pond I’d passed wasn’t a flamingo but a spoonbill that had been coming to the park for years; nobody knew why it was pink.
A good morning. Then a wasp bit me, but that was later.