Work was brutal today, traffic worse. I made it to yoga practice but only by practically running people over on my way, which is kind of counter-yoga. Got home late, ate some uninspiring salad, did another 90 minutes of work. Thought off and on most of the time–yeah, even during yoga–how much I wanted a big glass of cold white wine. Then realized that it’s not really a drink I want. I just want life to be easier. That’s all! Day 83.