stuff stuff stuff

I never think I have much stuff and then I move... arg, it is like a sea of unending boxes. what is it all? Maybe the storage unit will burn down and then I will be free of it all... kind of cool to think about, well not that cool I guess, I just like the thought of being vagabond, with no ties, no material possessions, just me, the road, and B. Nice-

Classical music rocks.
Roastarama tea is yum.

Made it back to yoga, wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I took it easy on the backbends, no cirque du soleil, but I made it up through Karandavasana and with relatively no pain.

I'm back baby, I'm back.

One or two more trips to the storage unit, a couple more yoga practices, a softball game, a trip to trader joes, a packing session into the VW... and then we are on the road.