FULL MOON MANANA

But it might as well be today.

First I wore tight black cords to teach yoga. Oops.

When I came out the front bumper was hanging off the car; apparently a FedEx truck had hit it.

As soon as I got home the cat launched into its backwards walking and vomiting routine.

I forgot a lunch date with Tam-Tam.

And later the chiro called to tell me I'd missed a 3:45 appointment.

On the way to class my water bottle opened and soaked the entire contents of my Saka messenger bag.

While teaching that night I could not tell left from right.

And on the way home the food I was carrying leapt from my hand and launched itself across the greasy, shiny street.

And the full moon is TOMORROW.

...or is it?