Cold Wednesday...
I may have the delusion that I am Supergirl, but I've discovered that I can't do my yoga programme, my whole weights programme, and make beef stew for supper, and still get to work on time. Something has got to go. Since going to work is non-negiotable, what got left out was the yoga practice. So I'll be doing it at lunchtime at work - if I can find a place to do it. (The Green Room? The Upper Lobby? Somewhere without people around, so I can be unobtrusive.)
And it's cold, it's raining, and they're predicting snow any minute now. It feels cold enough to snow. What did I saw about the Easter week always being miserable weather in these parts?
Mind you, I don't really mind the rain. There's a certain excitement to walking to work when it's cold and wet and splashy.