I really think I'd like to add some sort of ritual to my Sundays. Hopefully, I work up a cash money system so that I can attend yoga that day. I love yoga classes, especially the aftermath. I was going for a while there, but then things kept me from going...and I then I just stopped. Whether it be for embarrassment of having to miss or the what ever else, I don't know. But I regret not going back once I could.
Furthermore, I miss my first yoga instructor. She was in her late sixties, early seventies, and was so, so awesome. She use to throw parties in her studio, and we would drink wine and eat snacks and do yoga for an entire day. I think she focused on the heart chakra mostly, so hers was super relaxing. But, it was more mental than physical, and with my body in its current sad shape its in, I need something more strenuous to get me in the swing of exercising.

IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY! Which doesn't really mean anything to me other than I got a new pair of pants and a garbage can from Sam. I made him cookies last night and we watched the X-Files on separate couches. Jealous of the romance? How stinkin' old are we? Because I really enjoyed doing that, I thought it was crazy fun. It was lazy and wonderful and everything I wanted.