Sunday, December 4, 2016

eyes, Sundays, breath

* "Sorry. Did I roll my eyes out loud?"

* Cartoonist Victoria Roberts in a 1987 (!) interview said she spends one Sunday per month in bed in polka dot men's pj's and declares all Sundays to be "disorganized" days in which nothing is planned, nothing tidily put away, etc. I read this while lying in bed wearing polka dot pjs on this Sunday. I sighed for the discovery of a kindred soul.

* I have been practicing coherent breathing. Yesterday I lay down on the sofa and suddenly realized I was coherently breathing without even trying.

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