So I've been hiding behind my curtains for the past seven days. No reason other than I haven't had a whole lot to say for myself. Been kind of dragging my feet around. Los Angeles has had rain - which in itself is fantastic as things were getting pretty dry around here. There's something wonderful about LA rain. It's hard. It floods. It 's as if all the dead and gone suddenly, in unison, start bawling from the heavens above, grieving the ones they left behind, sobbing over their tragic but inevitable fates - Well not quite, I'm an atheist so that completely contradicts my beliefs but it did come down in buckets.
Because of the rain, I have been indoors for the most part. Weather like this has a way of making you munch a little more. That hibernating state of mind creeps in, I didn't do too badly though, I can still say I'm still eating well although I really need to exercise more. I was climbing some good unavoidable hills on my way to pick up my girls from school prior to the deluge but that has stopped for now because there are hundreds of lost animals wandering the streets. Since no one, as yet, knows whether they are vaccinated or not we have been told to stay inside until the LAPD gives us the green light. (How was that for an awesome excuse?). Aqua aerobics is also a no no right now as it gets pretty chilly at night (the only time of day I am sans enfants). I guess I'll need to dust off my old tie-dye yoga mat and just let my son see me in very compromising positions. We could play London bridge is falling down, just hope I don't keel over prematurely because of wobbly limbs and crush him that's all.