My house was redone while I was away and now has (p?)leather furniture and wood floor It's actually pretty fantastic and a relief after living in reno-hell for the parts of December I was actually here. I also think I'm going to be able to stay for the rest of my time in the city, in this nicely furnished land of joy!

I've been going back and forth a lot on heading back to the yoga studio. I feel kind of like the prodigal child. It's going to be semi-frustrating to have lost almost all flexibility. I just attempted to touch my toes. Three months ago I could fold my body in half. However, there will be about five hundred people whose New Years resolution was to start yoga, so at least I'd be hidden among the masses. I know I should start swimming but find indoor pools in winter unappealing. R is working on his diving cert and encouraging me to do the same. For a long time, a mild fear of fish kept me from even considering it but starting to snorkel was a step towards being less afraid of what lies beneath.

Sometimes I think my seaside-loving underachieving ways are influencing my boyfriend. This is worrisome. I don't even know that I have this stuff right. Maybe, people, maybe unbridled hedonism, a simple lifestyle and eschewing what is expected are ALL WRONG. A lot of people cleaned up their crap and cut their hair after Woodstock (there was a LIFE magazine issue that confirmed this), and a lot of people overdosed to become tragic teenage idols for eternity.

My parents got me a shirtless Jim Morrison poster that says "American Poet" on top for Christmas, stuffed in my stocking. I threatened R with hiding it in some location in his house... you go to dust behind the TV and THERE IS JIM F'ING MORRISON, TOPLESS. BAM.

The approximate count of workdays is 101. After tomorrow, it will be 100. I remember when we celebrated "100 day" in grade school. If I show up with a bag of 100 jelly beans, you'll know what's up.