I knew I would hate myself if I didn't go to class, so I got on my bike & went to the dojo. Michelle looked at me & said, You look like you could use a hug. My day got better from that moment. All the sad-mean news of the week kind of washed away. A little.
Class was fun: Kaicho divided us into 3 groups of 7 to do synchronized kata. He told our group to do something unique, so we faced different directions—& didn't kick each other. I couldn't not laugh, though that's a no-no in karate: we're supposed to keep a straight face no matter what. Saw some folks I like who hadn't been around for a while.
I'm listening (streamed from the NY Public Library) to a terrific album called A Whiter Shade of Blue: White Country Blues 1926-38: think Jimmie Rodgers.
I finally made an appointment for an eye exam.
Johnny's on his way here to read Chaucer.
The weather is lovely, far more a perfect June day than the crawly heat we usually get in July.
And I got another hug from Michelle after class.