Lots of doing lately; less with the being

The hedge has burst into greenery. It grows so fast it makes me think of things like cancer.

I ended up in L's class at yoga last night despite thinking I'd escaped her by mixing up my schedule this week. L must have really strong legs, because the kind of class she teaches sure will give me some if I can only survive a few more.

Next time I add a line to the exquisite corpse poem I will write: seven she-devils, seven months pregnant.

Oh, and the thing that is strained from gymnastics now... is my jaw muscle. Very odd.

I've been thinking a lot about immortality, and how I don't have it (which means I don't have forever to let my efforts accumulate; only a very long time), and how cohesive families can sort of have it, and how it's pretty near impossible to accumulate enough (of damn near anything) in one lifetime to compete with what can be acquired over generations. The playing field only appears to have leveled in recent years; it hasn't really. This train of thought does not make me want to have kids though.

First words spoken out loud today: I will minimize you. This can be a really fun thing to keep track of -- it's often a curse word for me, when it's not kitty, here baby, here's your food...