Welcome to December, 4 AM
It is four in the morning and absolutely pouring rain outside. Growing up in CA, I had a great love of rain which was pretty firmly squelched by 15 sodden Januarys in the Northwest. Strangely, the old appreciation might be back. Night is a particularly nice time to listen to it bouncing off the roof, street and freeway. Ever get that shock first thing in the morning when you don’t actually recognize the person in the mirror? My hair is in even worse disarray than usual, the layers and highlights are overgrown like a hedge that has been ignored by the gardener. I look like an old fern. The toenails are uneven and have been a bit stained from the beetle green polish I can’t resist loving. (yes, I am really four years old.) I need a yoga class. I need to go to a yoga class. I need to get off my fat ass and go to a yoga class. Today. Gah. On the brighter side….In the personal grooming department: happily enough, there is a Lush in downtown San Francisco now and when I was there in October,...