Interlude

I've got plenty to say, and I'm thinking a whole lot more than that. Oh and, also, exactly how many of you teach yoga for cripes sake? Show of hands, please?



But I aggravated my old whiplash dealio so, all I've got for you today is, I just love this kid. He's awesome.


On Friday we hung out and we took a little jaunt to a coffee place that shall not be named to people watch. We were just sitting there, me in my uncomfortable plastic lawn chair and him in his stroller, and stroller bag and winter coat and harness and possible some sort of air bag, looking at the various fauna of a remote Brooklyn neighborhood. Then, out of the blue, his little hand just reached over and scratched me gently on the knee. I looked down and and he looked at me briefly as if to say, "Hey, just checking in." then looked back at the sidewalk. But he kept his hand there. So I picked it up and we held hands quietly for a while. It was really nice.

I just love him.