Om and Nom

My yoga mini-marathan of 4 classes in 2 days is over. It wasn't really a marathan - it was like a heavenly glide down a river, with someone tucking you in at the end and then singing to you. Seriously. The teacher has this amazing voice and sings a sanskrit poem at the end of class, after tucking blankets around us for savasana, corpse pose, the final relaxation. Om.

Dinner was 2 slices of pizza, wine and cookies (cookies from the studio open house.) Nom.

And somehow it's almost 8pm, which means it's almost bedtime!