Here is how my day started: intense pain on one side of my head from sleeping with my ear bent into my face, and general ick from a dream that a shot glass came out of my nose (it was encased in lovely crystal, though).
Still, the day was productive. I taught a class, picked up some Matthew’s Pizza for my dad and Sandy, ran a couple of other errands, did some work, made dinner, made a cake and a pie for tomorrow night’s Flaxfest, and then suddenly it was eight o’clock. This is what alarms me about going back to work away from my house full time. How the hell is all of this shit going to get done, not to mention writing, writers’ association stuff, teaching, a yoga practice for myself, and maybe, possibly, the 500 hour training, and/or grad school one day? I had the same worry when I went back to work full time after we moved back from the midwest, but there was a lot less that I wanted to do then.
I was feeling a little overwhelmed by it all, and took a break for a very long, very hot shower. In the shower, I realized two things: 1) with my hair this short I could become a night shower person for the first time in my adult life, and 2) as I was lamenting all of the things that might need to be put on hold, I heard the voice, clear as water, that said “DON’T WAIT. NOW NOW NOW.”
In other news, vanity. I bought the reading glasses, in anticipation of much, much reading during the weeks of Christmas and New Years. 
Here they are, and I should note that this picture was taken with my hair all whacked out from teaching, no makeup, and at a point at which I was not entirely certain when I had last showered, and also I may have been wearing the same clothes for three days in a row. (My house is cold. Sometimes this happens in winter – find something super warm and stick with it.) So, it turns out that my vanity is such that I expect people to care what I think about day to day, and also about my shoes and reading glasses, but not so great that I would, for example, wait until after I wasn’t disgusting to take a picture of myself for all the internet to see. I should add, this was the picture I snapped just before I completely cracked myself up at how ridiculous I looked taking pictures of myself staring down my nose through reading glasses, like I was about to administer some form of discipline. Now, now, now, boys and girls, Miss Lauren will NOT be disobeyed.
