Kea came to town. I think that’s where I left off here. Kea came to town and it was something of a silly weekend, because that’s what Kea inspires. We watched fireworks, went to the beach, ate excellent food in excellent diners (among other, mostly pizza, places), went swimming until 5am, and drank a very large amount. It was nice and I didn’t do anything foolish. I don’t do many foolish things when Kea is around because I get to watch her do these beautiful adventures instead.
Kea left and I detoxed. The following weekend I went to an arm balancing and inversions yoga workshop and finally got my forearm stand down (at least better than it was). They had me demonstrate how to “gracefully” fall because I, very apparently, do that often.
I’ve been going to the beach a lot and am sort of a bronze goddess now.
I’ve included a picture of me falling from the sky because that’s, metaphorically, what I feel like at work these days. Except less enjoyable than actually skydiving. It’s also an awesome picture.