So, something happened about 10 minutes into yoga, and I was suddenly drenched in a deluge of sweat. It was bizarre, but I think it was because we were going up-dog to down-dog to up-dog, and there were enough large muscle groups suddenly warmed up the my body went, "put out the fire." And it did. But seriously, I have not dripped like that in a yoga class, and the temp had to have been only the upper 70s?
Anyway, then 5 miles this morning, and another couple miles running back and forth for groceries and science lab supplies.
Our menu tonight includes: maggot-crusted zombie-head loaf; monster soup with eyeballs and tentacles, served with fingers; roasted brains with green worms; and for dessert, cemetery dirt cake. Dd is really excited, for which I am thankful, since there will be no trick-or-treating.
Nic, I did a serious pratfall last night on my way to yoga. Tripped by a manhole cover while gawking judgmentally at patrons of a restaurant I consider incredibly pretentious. I deserved the embarrassment, but am glad I didn't lose a tooth.