I think Summer forgot to come to the upper NW, because the high was 56 yesterday. I’m not bitching, it’s just wierd to think that the East Coast is boiling in 100 degree weather and I am as cool as a cucumber, with happy sweaters and thick socks.

Today’s blessing - meetings all day, all over. First to Vancouver and then to Battle Ground. I’ve got a lot to do, but thought I would post a short update. That update being that there’s really no update. I’m in a holding pattern until today, when more end-of-life people will be met with and doctors will determine the danger in trying a surgery that could save her life, at least for a little while. I think I put it best when I was talking to a coworker - it’s like putting a band-aid on a broken dike. You can’t stop the inevetible.

I slept last night. I didn’t wait for the phone to ring, I didn’t stay on the couch because I was too awake to sleep and watch TV until 4 am. Pip and I curled up together and I think I fell asleep watching Hell’s Kitchen or some bullshit. D finally instructed me to go to bed. And Pip snuck under the covers. He really is a ninja-beagle.

My class last night went well. I’m not as sore as I have been, but I don’t think my head was in my practice yesterday. I felt distracted, by the noise in the rooms next door, or the washing machine in the back of the studio, or the cars, or my grandmother, or school. I couldn’t get my focus working nor my breathing steady. It takes practice, I know. Thursday will be better, I can feel it.

And now, it’s cereal time. I’m starving. Have a good Wednesday.