It’s 9 am on Sunday. I know this because I can hear my neighbor having sex, and for the last month, she’s only had sex on Sundays. I never used to wake up early, but I was told that’s what adults do. Set alarms on weekends. Feign interest in people’s problems. Use credit cards.
Then rush to yoga just in time to be thirty minutes early.
So an hour later, they can leave yoga, feeling relaxed, no longer stressed about credit card bills, which I can only imagine are very stressful.
But I’m not quite there yet.