Pit Stop

After spending twenty minutes on the same 50 feet of 148th, I took a legal U-turn and headed back the way I came. I don't know if there's a surface street accident ahead, or something on the freeway that's backed up, but traffic is going nowhere.

So I'm sitting in McDonalds having a cinnamon roll and contemplating heading over to Half Price Books across the street and looking for some books I need before venturing into the gridlock again.

Different Schedule Today

After spending two hours trying to get to work, only to be thwarted by closed roads and heavy traffic, I've come back home.

Ereshkigal gave me stern talking-to's last night and this morning about maintaining my discipline of daily practice. Last night I ended up on the floor of her throne room. This morning it was more of a drill sergeant in my face. I've been showing up for my practice every day, but some mornings I've been letting other things slip in before practice, and I haven't been doing a good job of keeping up with my yoga.

Once she was sure she had my attention and was going to mend my ways, she eased up a bit. "It is very important that you do these things," she told me. "There are difficult times ahead, and you need the grounding and connection this will give you."

Then she told me she loved me -- which took me utterly by surprise.

So today instead of working at the office, I'll be spending time working on the article I said I would write about (and for) her.

Rainy Day

Well, I'm back home again.
The road I usually take to work was closed down when I returned.
The highway was a mess.
I declared my commute over, called my boss, and told him I'd see him tomorrow.

I'm now sitting in my cozy home, with my gas fireplace going, and the rain still coming down outside -- although it finally seems to be easing up.

The downstairs of the apartment complex's office is flooded.

I am not flooded.