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September 25, 2006



Last evening as I exercised with Denise, I kept thinking how unfair it is that I, who am pretty regular with exercise, am never able to bend myself into anything at all resembling a pretzel, while, you just go waltzing into yoga class and achieve near satori or whatever it's called. I am envious for that. One of these days I'll at least be able to do pose of the ballerina, I swear by the heavens above.


You can do the one where you lie flat on the ground, hands palm up. That's my favorite pose.

Besides, I can hardly walk on one knee today. Oh woe!

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