My departure date has finally arrived. Leave for the airport in about five hours. Very excited that I will also be seeing Ross King, my new-ish buddy – we met at the 2012 GG’s (how’s that for event-name-dropping) because his book “Leonardo and the Last Supper” won the non-fiction category. We became fast friends. He lives in England with his lovely wife Melanie, also an author, and we get to hang out for an afternoon/evening.
And now, yoga farts. (That was a truly terrible transition). I go to about 2 or 3 yoga classes a week. Just yesterday Husband asked me if anyone had ever audibly farted in any class I’d been in. I said, “No, actually.” Kind of surprising, but true. Once a woman belched loudly after chanting “OM.” I am such an immature goof that I had to really reign in my laughter that time.
So, because I’m going to be sitting on a plane for 10 hours, Husband and I decided to go to an early morning yoga class today. And lo and behold, part-way through the class, a woman right behind my husband farted. Really, the timing was quite remarkable. I told him he kind of asked for it, just by posing the question the day before.
Lastly – there’s an author on Twitter named Pierce Brown who’s been making a Twitter name for himself getting photos with cute puppies. Penguin Random House tweeted one of the photos. I was really jealous, and called dibs on cats. This is what Penguin Random House tweeted back. It will become my new Twitter photo.
I will post from London!
