Our hands are covered in cake but I swear we didn't have any.

Today is Day One of my Three Week Challenge^TM which sounds kinda Oprah, but really it originated at the Ojai retreat last April. Nikita and I are going for it again, this time with added goals -- everyday I am meditating, writing for an hour, than going to the gym. All three of these pieces I've been doing somewhat, but the goal of a Three Week Challenge is to challenge bad habits and push through blocks. So, yeah. Today, the sitting was fine, the writing was fine -- hell, I actually did 90 minutes, because I was finishing a short story that I was late in submitting to my workshop group. The going to the gym part was hardest. I am used to a rest day in-between, and I went yesterday, so today I was tired and sore beforehand. But I made it there anyway and did a light routine then came home and took a bath but I'm not sure how much it helped. However I think I now understand the appeal of such physical exertion through training, and how complete exhaustion can keep your mind from getting too worked up about other things. I'm not sure exactly what I'm training for. Life, I guess.

My ipod alarm clock went off while I was folding laundry, because I had woken up early from my nap and forgot to shut it off. A random christmas song came on and for a brief second, I managed to convince my self it was the holidays again and therefore we were having a perfectly reasonable December day. I managed to trick myself for about a full minute, kinda like that Friday two weeks ago when it snowed. When I was getting dressed for work, I decided, fck spring, I'm wearing a flannel button down shirt and corduroy pants like its fall. I'm all browns and dark orange and green and black.