lung ching dragonwell

I had kind of a full morning doing some non-jobhunting activities—out of the house just after 7. Now it’s time to buckle down. Actually, first I’m going to do 20-30 of Francais. Then hit the desk for many hrs with the less soul-enriching to-dos.
I was thinking about Allin at the beginning of yoga class. It was being taught by a dude who’s actually quite funny. He has this wonderful SoCal surfer vibe, but he’s actually a gifted teacher: gentle but thorough. On Sunday there are (for yoga) a lot of guys in the class. When he talked about achieving “maximal twistage” (as in twisting to maximum capacity) it was an lol moment for me.
then i overspent on stupid food.
and here i am, back in the saddle with a humungous red teapot encircled by a dragon and filled to the brim with, in fact, lung ching dragonwell tea.
off i go.

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