! I got up disgustingly early to dial into a yoga session this morning because I’m a smug tw*t (or twot as the AB weirdly says it, which I never understood until I watched Easy A
and now I’m wondering: is that just how Americans think it’s pronounced? More on this breaking story as we get it.)
Anyway, I’m telling you that because like a lot of people I have been *really* struggling with this lockdown. I don’t know if it’s the series of knocks I had over the last few months, or just, you know, everything being relentlessly grey both figuratively and literally (thanks, terrible UK weather, impeccable timing as always). Or as the cute girl in the taco ad says, why not both?
So I decided a couple of weeks ago to start virtually attending the yoga studio I used to go to in the Before Times, and…it has really helped. Also helpful: my newly acquired jigsaw addiction. If you’re struggling too, and frankly, who isn’t right now, I strongly recommend giving them both a go, but especially the yoga (or any other online class if yoga isn’t your thing), because seeing and hearing ACTUAL OTHER PEOPLE! STRANGERS! PEOPLE WHO IRL A YEAR AGO MIGHT HAVE ANNOYED ME IF THEY ENCROACHED ON MY MAT! YES I KNOW THAT’S NOT VERY YOGIC! makes a difference, even if it’s just online (among its other crimes this pandemic has dealt a serious blow to my identity as a misanthrope).
And since I know none of you come to me for mental health advice (wise move), let’s get on with another week in ignoring women! It’s nice that in a world of uncertainty some things never change isn’t it?