Dude. Mark ate my bus home from yoga.
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Addendum context, because he also ate that text message (in his defense, it was going to K anyway); I try to go by a gentle hatha class Tuesdays and Thursdays in West Van. I haven't been brave enough to try a flow class since
January, but structured supervised stretching time is good for me, so.
On my way back today, the bus that takes me straight from the yoga studio to home ran a bit late picking me up, then coughed black smoke and died a choking death two stops after I got on. We got transferred to a different run--because the one-bus route runs on a half-hour schedule, if not more--and then transferred again, and again, due to the logistics of the bus runs through there, and the timing.
I got home a good hour later than I expected to. I'm kind of impressed.
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