Monday, November 14, 2005

Square One


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Originally uploaded by dualpupil.

Hello Angels,

First off, I need to apologize to anyone who was in the 2:30 PM yoga class yesterday at Sal Anthony's Movement Salon. That strange, coughing fit of mine surely disrupted the first 15 minutes of your practice. Thankfully, by the time we got to Warrior I my brochial tubes had cleared themselves up. Next time I'll be sure to slather on more Vapo rub before coming to class.

In other news, my weekend was grand. Friday and Saturday brought incredible dinners as well as a trip to the Met and a viewing of "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang." (Robert Downey Jr,: How brilliant is he?) On Sunday I took to my bed with Lauren Weisberger's latest book, only to leave twice for coffee and the aforementioned yoga class.

Lately I have been thinking a lot about the act of decompression. That is, the need to do nothing after doing a lot for several days. See, last week I worked and went out and went to yoga and then on Friday and Saturday I hit the town, ate good food and stayed out late. On Sunday, when I should have been writing and working on some of my larger projects, I chose instead to stay in bed and read chick lit.

On one level I feel guilty for doing that. After all, I had an entire day to do work on some of my more lucrative projects, and yet I chose not to. Sometimes it causes me much grief, especially when I think that if I just invested three hours or so to that big article or chapter in my novel I could have made some progrss, however small.

Then again, reading the fluffy books and flipping through the fashion mags might be the mental equivalent to cleansing the palette, the figurative sorbet between intellectual meals.

So, yes. I need to sit down and work on a few things, a few things that can give me the financial cushion I need to support my clothing and spa habit. Best of all, the fates have a funny way of messing with me. Because even though I spent all last night curled up in my underwear doing nothing, I was given a freebie tonight. The class I usually teach on Mondays was cancelled. Now I have five hours to work with, any way I'd like.

However, I don't think chasing off to the cinema should be an option.