meditative yoga

This evening clovis_t was out (lucky boy, having finished his thesis & degree, has developed a social life, whilst I, who am still working on my thesis, gets to stay home), so I was on my own for yoga (one of our friends agreed to do yoga with him while he was out, so that he wouldn't miss out on it). While I very much enjoy the yoga-as-shared-time that we normally have, this evening I very much appreciated the yoga-as-solitary-meditation. There is nothing quite like not having anyone to talk to to really make one aware of how one's body feels, and to encourage one to push the stretch that little bit further, and to hold some poses that little bit longer. It felt so good, I wound up doing a couple of extra minutes before I realized that the normal elapsed time (23 minutes a day, this year) had been and gone.

So, how is my thesis going? Still not fast enough to suit me. Granted, I did lose more time over the weekend than I meant to. Sunday morning I came up with a cunning plan. You see, in the time I've not been attending fighter practice the site we use has replaced the dreadful port-a-loos with a building with real flush toilets, sinks, a shower, and electric lights. Therefore I decided that rather than staying home while clovis_t went off to practice without me, I'd go along, bring my computer, and get work done with people nearby, and, perhaps, get in a bit of social time myself. Alas, the silly folk who installed the new building forgot one very important detail. Electric outlets. There is not one. Not in the toilet stalls, not in the janitorial closet, not in the shower room, and not in the hand-washing room. We even checked behind the mirror. There are also no outlets on any exterior portion of the new building, nor on any of the older buildings. None at all. Alas, this meant that I managed only 30 minutes of uni work while at fighter practice, because that is how much battery time my computer (which is never called upon to operate on battery power for longer than it takes to shut down if there is a power failure at the house) was able to manage. I did, however, enjoy the afternoon, and made far more progress on my sewing project than I would have if I'd have been working. And I did accomplish a reasonable amount Sunday evening after we got home--indeed more than I managed Saturday. Between the not-enough-but-still-some work over the weekend, and today, I've managed to mostly finish up the "other regions" chapter of the thesis--one more sample to go on that, but my eyes were too tired this evening, and yoga beckoned. With luck I will finish that one tomorrow, and make good progress on the southwest coast samples as well. It would be so nice to be done with this part!

meditative yoga

This evening clovis_t was out (lucky boy, having finished his thesis & degree, has developed a social life, whilst I, who am still working on my thesis, gets to stay home), so I was on my own for yoga (one of our friends agreed to do yoga with him while he was out, so that he wouldn't miss out on it). While I very much enjoy the yoga-as-shared-time that we normally have, this evening I very much appreciated the yoga-as-solitary-meditation. There is nothing quite like not having anyone to talk to to really make one aware of how one's body feels, and to encourage one to push the stretch that little bit further, and to hold some poses that little bit longer. It felt so good, I wound up doing a couple of extra minutes before I realized that the normal elapsed time (23 minutes a day, this year) had been and gone.

So, how is my thesis going? Still not fast enough to suit me. Granted, I did lose more time over the weekend than I meant to. Sunday morning I came up with a cunning plan. You see, in the time I've not been attending fighter practice the site we use has replaced the dreadful port-a-loos with a building with real flush toilets, sinks, a shower, and electric lights. Therefore I decided that rather than staying home while clovis_t went off to practice without me, I'd go along, bring my computer, and get work done with people nearby, and, perhaps, get in a bit of social time myself. Alas, the silly folk who installed the new building forgot one very important detail. Electric outlets. There is not one. Not in the toilet stalls, not in the janitorial closet, not in the shower room, and not in the hand-washing room. We even checked behind the mirror. There are also no outlets on any exterior portion of the new building, nor on any of the older buildings. None at all. Alas, this meant that I managed only 30 minutes of uni work while at fighter practice, because that is how much battery time my computer (which is never called upon to operate on battery power for longer than it takes to shut down if there is a power failure at the house) was able to manage. I did, however, enjoy the afternoon, and made far more progress on my sewing project than I would have if I'd have been working. And I did accomplish a reasonable amount Sunday evening after we got home--indeed more than I managed Saturday. Between the not-enough-but-still-some work over the weekend, and today, I've managed to mostly finish up the "other regions" chapter of the thesis--one more sample to go on that, but my eyes were too tired this evening, and yoga beckoned. With luck I will finish that one tomorrow, and make good progress on the southwest coast samples as well. It would be so nice to be done with this part!