Silly Season

Bus strike on today. Great timing guys. I need to take the train AND THEN the bus to get to yoga, so then I figured while it would've been OK early in the morning to cab it from the train station to the shala... by the time I was done, I'd have to be fighting my way with the entire work crowd sans buses to grab a cab after yoga. Hence, I made the executive decision NOT to go to the shala today. Plus, it's pissing down too. Bah humbug.

I shall take my cue from An% and not beat myself up over missing practice yet again. Sunday will be another new day for practice. Plus, like Mel has reminded me, I have so much in life to be grateful for. :)

While we're on the subject of the silly season... 'Tis the season to also be receiving all kinds of random gifts from the suppliers you work with.

I've received lots of champagne and wine (thanks guys, but I'm allergic to alcohol and will break out into a massive asthma attack!)... I've had a random gift like a silver yoyo (good for 10 minutes of fun and then... erm... and then what?)

But the one that really takes the cake and is my all-time fave is this Mr. T tea-towel. (At the bottom it says something along the lines of "for sparkling executions, call the A-team in...")

Genius. (Plus I absolutely love Mr. T so I'm extremely partial to this gift. You can kinda see the silver yoyo on the side of my desk) :)