Eat, breath, sleep...

I hate how office work makes me feel. Two days in the office, and I'm already as stiff as a board. I'm still dreaming of yoga all night. Most often is Surya Namaskar, the other night I woke up in the middle of the night in an up-dog. Funny how it just got so to the core with me.

Today was supposed to be an advanced level flow class, but everyone was so tired we changed it into a yin class instead. There were two Korean girls in the class, who stopped in every pose to take photos of each other - they spoke very bad English but seemed to be having fun.

In the end of the class I was happily laying in my Savasana, and Jason has tucked me in with a blanket - I was feeling comfy and relaxed. Jason was picking up the blocks from the floor and putting them into place - but he was lazy and was doing it by stepping on the edge hard trying to get them to jump up (like a skateboard) and I heard to noise and turned to look - and got hit by a stray block straight on my nose. We couldn't stop laughing for the rest of Savasana.

It's exactly what I needed: relaxation and a giggle. Work is so... well, work.

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