The cat's got a cold.

[taennyn]

And sneezed in my face yesterday.

This should be interesting.

I'm still banging on the plate-clearing post. Still feel rusty as hell, but that's what you get when you don't write much. *makes face at self*

In physical news, I am contemplating peering at yoga. This is . . . scary. But pilates has been going well, and it's becoming more obvious which joints are not so gud at this stability nonsense, and yoga likes to work on that sort of thing. So.

(Meep.)

Comments

[larathia.livejournal.com]

I don't set a high goal for myself lately - I aim at 100 words a day regardless. I figure I can do that much. If I can do more? Great! But - 100 words a day. This is why I'm in all the drabble comms. It at least keeps my hand in, even if I feel rusty as hell.

[zero_pixel_count]

...I'm not noticing your rustiness. (I'm noticing mine, but that's another matter). I like the new bits!

[youraugustine.livejournal.com]

The place I keep meaning to go try and failing to do so is about a block from home and has all the earmarks of a place that won't make me hiss, so.

[illian.livejournal.com]

Yoga.

Yoga, stupid brain.

Not Yaga.

[taennyn]

*points, cackles!*

[illian.livejournal.com]

"Eh, she can come. She can help balance my books."

*shrug*