Let it Be

Brynn is downstairs thumbing out a rhythm on the bongos I bought Chris for Christmas last year. She's got a pretty good sense of rhythm. Argus licks his long fur as Odo slinks downstairs toward the litterbox. Now Brynn has moved to her keyboard. I have stolen a few minutes thanks to a teacher class that ended early, happy knowing a studio yoga session--my own practice, not a class I will teach--is a mere 34 minutes away. Ideas are coming together for the three classes I will teach this weekend. Having a tight schedule was nothing after all. Plans changed as plans do. Some stayed the same. Conflicts and nicer moments came and went. Hallelujah!