Day off...

So, I nearly broke down crying in yoga tonight, for no specific reason that I can discern. Also, my body is falling apart.

These two things, combined, have convinced me that the better part of valour is to take a day off from work.

So, I've emailed in absent tomorrow. I intend to either go to the harbour islands, or to the Isabelle Stewart Gardner museum.

And, possibly, after that I'll go to a club where there's music. Or something.

And maybe get drunk, although I'll be by myself, so that's a bit of a no-no.

But I should do something different.