If I were writing a blog post to you today I could entitle it a number of odd things. such as:
Fat Wrist: A Introspective look on the opposing circumferences of objects, (namely my wrist and a bangle that is now stuck on my arm after leaving little red track marks all over my hand)
How I let a British Man Cradle my Head while an Indian women Pokes my Butt: an Experimental Relaxation Story
The Physics of Sound (mind): An Exploration of Sounds Made by the Body Hurtling at high Speeds Toward Their Yoga Mat Due To General Wimpiness ( Also known as the wrath of Yogi, you KNOW it’s business time when he breaks out his attitude: high society v-neck)
In case you were concerned, the british man/bum-prodding Indian women were part of a large group of people visiting the institute who are learning the practice of craniosacral therapy, which apparently is a thing. The just poke at your spine and it makes your back feel nice! YEAH!
BUT! I’m not really writing a blog post, I’m just posting to tell you I caved and bought a jar of Nutella. But haven’t opened it yet.
And to show you these boredom-induced portraits of my fellow travelers Laura and Jake!