When you’re like, “I think I’ll post something once a day on my blog for a whole year,” sometimes you get behind. Today is Tuesday. It’s Tuesday morning, and I have no idea what I did most of Sunday.

I know I taught my 12:30 yoga class. I know I went across the street to the coffee house first and got a slice of cinnamon polenta coffee cake for the second day in a row.

I think I worked on my friend Katie’s web site.

I’m pretty sure  read a little of the book I just got, Augusten’s Burroughs’ “Dry.”

I must have done the Sunday Crossword, because I always do the Sunday crossword. But the newspaper is still wrapped, so if anything I did last Sunday’s crossword. There was a time I had four months worth of Sunday crosswords piled up. I finally got to them. I have yet to finish one all the way.

And I came up with something new to write for elephant journal. Or maybe that was Monday.

I should just write. But I just woke up.


Written by Anne Clendening
Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. She's a yoga teacher, a writer and occasionally slings cocktails in a Hollywood bar. She could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. She has a huge fear of heights and flying. And fire. She wishes she could speak French, play her guitar better and make cannoli. She's probably listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon right now, kickin’ it with her boxer dog and her hot Australian husband ★