Then, when I feel sad, I remember why this is a problem.


I didn't go to yoga in the Sculpture Garden because it was sprinkling and horrible humid, pre-thunderstorm humid so I ate chips and guacamole and drank beer for dinner with my dad and then spent several hours knitting to get my mind off things. Somehow behind the end of the evening I obtained more things to have on my mind. I went for a walk in the rain and then got terribly self-conscious about going for a walk in the rain, even though I'm wasn't sad or anxious, just contemplative, but I went home any ways.