Zwell. The plot thickens as I've been invited to assist the whole TT in Sept. instead of my original 7 day plan. Yowza! There'a not much difference between a week and a month, however in the prime time of climbing season, t'is. And thats my internal dialogue right now; I LOVE to climb, but I am not making time for it- Oooooh baby, just thinking about ascending walls brings me pleasure. Then there's assisting my teacher, alongside a bad ass team, which also gets me hot-n-sweaty.
I am gonna do it. 80% sure...just waiting for a good nights rest. As histories proven, the glaciated carved palace known as Yosemite, (including god's country Tuolumne), will preserve. Plus, my body responds to Yoga in such a loving way, whereas, I tend to break bones, tweak and injure, when I climb. As Ana says, it's inevitable "Evolve or Die". S'pose this means I am evolving. I am broadening in the; Yoga world, dating scene, realms of knowledge, and economic status. As my silly friend Brian said at some dark hour this morning, "Love will continue to find you Jill, just stay with Ana for now". Agree.

I slept on the floor last night, but still got very little sleep thanks to Angela's food poisoning (damn her). And when this morning's alarm woke me from sweet-sweet dreams (which I'll keep to myself) I said in Eeyore's voice "this is only day 2?". Yoga rocked, although my knees are sore, maybe just tired- at this point, I dunno. But I know I need sleep, b/c 3hrs/night takes its toll, even w/an elated body high.
Break's over, I've got spinach, beets, eggs-n-avo in ze belly, and I am off to support the cause.