Mr blue sky

Today I collected yet more crazy bus stories as I watched one driver yell at us all for having the windows down when he had the airconditioning on - and another lady yell at him to keep his eyes on the road. All this on the way to see China Town (on purpose..sort of) where I browsed crowded markets and navigated push cart trolleys all the while trying to find a bathroom.

A bus ride into Pasadena later, had me snacking on Blueberry muffin flavored yogurt (don't knock it till you try it), and then a four hour sit in cha for a major drawing session to which I welcomed an hour massage after. Its always a bad sign when a masseuse touches your back and says almost instantaneously - "Oh you so tense, your back very scary" but she powered through and did an awesome job - I was so relaxed in fact, I didn't even mind their was no door... although I do wish those people didn't have to walk by just when she had my pants down and was working out my butt...

Refreshed and happy I floated to the bus home, where I and my milk tea were lucky enough to be picked up by Tabitha for a ride the rest of the way, or more importantly up our mountain... I now sit/lie/shift around on my bed listening to Peter Combe's remembering whistfuly the old days and much less scary back times...

Until later
don't forget to stretch and tell me about what your up to

Lel