Why do I feel guilty when I read this?

Sometimes the things I read on other people's blogs color my whole day.

I live in a different *country* and I don't know the woman in the post and I feel guilty just reading about her.

I am going to go call my grandmother now.

I just found this study today . . . .

Celsius: Chewing gum helps me think.

Albert: Sweetie, you're wasting your gum!

I do love yoga, though.

I suspect that while doing asanas in yoga my internal dialogue is not supposed to be:

[attempts to assume half-moon pose]
"ohfuckfuckfuckfuckohfuck"
[falls over]
[resumes pose]
[holds pose for approx. 3 seconds]
"fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."
[falls over again]
[repeat]

I suspect that this is not helping me to "connect my breath with each movement."

Snow, snow go away (and take winter with you)

So, I live in Minneapolis. And two days ago almost all of the winter snowpack had melted, my irises were sprouting, and Spring was in the air.

Ten point five inches of snow fell Sunday night into Monday.

I usually quite like living in Minnesota. It is beautiful. I do not llike living in Minnesota in March. I miss D.C. Cherry blossoms would be right around the corner there . . . .