We had a filing party all day at work - nothing but filing loose paperwork which we'd all fallen behind on, while our bosses answered the phones and scheduled patients. That's exhausting work, and I was a bit conderned about what shape I'd be in for yoga. Thoughts ran through my mind: Should I skip yoga this evening, and go to Saturday morning class? Was it such a wise idea to attend yoga class at the very end of the week? It's too bad there aren't any early, early morning classes I could go to before work. (OK, that last thought isn't very practical, but it's what I was thinking while I was filing.)

But I did very well in yoga class. I felt very good. I'm guessing that all that bending and stretching in front of file cabinets acted as a warm-up.

There's a cache a block away from the yoga classroom. Phillip and I tried to find it last weekend, and didn't. At Phillip's suggestion, I left for class a little early and tried looking in a location we hadn't tried before. I didn't have much time to look, and I didn't find it. I got to class ten minutes before it started, which is cutting it closer than I usually do (I still had to change clothes). I got a space in the back corner, which is better than being up in front.

I wore my new tank top. It's very comfortable. It shrunk just right.

This Monday is Lisa's 40th birthday. She's been talking about it for a long time. This evening, we emerged from Savasana (the final, silent relaxation that ends every class) to find a tray of homemade brownies, each decorated with a flag, in front of the classroom - Lisa's birthday gift to us! We embarassed her by singing "Happy Birthday To You."

After class, I stopped by the cache for another look - in the same place I'd looked before class - and found it right away. It is, however, Friday the 13th, and the magnet came loose from the film canister. (That's nothing compared to Pet's misdaventure, I know.) I tried to hide the cache as well as I could without being able to stick it back to the metal. I stopped into QFC, where I'd planned to go anyway, but they don't carry Super Glue. (I forgot about the Walgreens up the street.) I bought Scotch Tape, returned to the cache and meded it as well as I could. I came home and logged the find, and sent a note to the hider of the cache.

22 cache finds so far, and 1 cache hidden.

This might have some social significance. Yesterday morning, we found the new phone book at the foot of the office door. It seemed to be the general attitude among us that it was a nuisance - something we needed to find room for, something we'll need to arrange to be taken away. My boss make a comment along the lines of it being a crutch for people who don't know how to use the internet. When I got home yesterday, the new phone book had been left outside of our apartment door. I didn't bother bringing it inside and, apparently, neither did Phillip.

This morning, we took the phone book directly from our apartment door to the recycle bin. There were at least two other phone books in the bin already.

The song stuck in my head all day has been "Corner Soul," by The Clash. Actually - I should buy a replacement for the "Sandinista!" album. I used to own it on vinyl. Then I copied it to three cassettes. Then I lost the vinyl album in the divorce. I still have the cassettes, but I should buy it on CD.

OldBaldEagle (the geocacher I met out by Husky Stadium), jcar, and Blindleader found "1st Hill, 1st Cache" pretty much at the same time. There were muggles in the park, so they spent some time hanging around introducing themselves and talking. (That makes me happy.) OldBaldEagle signed the first log, and jcar took the First Find certificate. (I learned all that from their logs.) Blindleader hasn't posted a log yet. Fishiam found it this evening.

Somewhere around 10:30 this morning, our first cache hide - "1st Hill, 1st Cache" - was approved and posted. Now we wait to see who collects the "1st Find" certificate.

There was one too many Writers' Group members to fit in Barbara's Car. (I had walked to church.) So, I volunteered to walk from church to Barbara & Don's place. Then Bernice volunteered to walk with me. I was glad of that. Bernice is a good friend who I don't spend enough time with. She was a wonderful source of support during last year's mess.

Bernice is a walker, like me. She and I typically walk home together after Writers' Group. She lives on the same street as Phillip and me, just six blocks away. She walks at the same pace as I do.

Bernice showed me a way to walk from church to Don & Barbara's place that involved less steep hills. The funny thing was, she had never been that way - she just figured out that we'd avoid the steeper streets by going up 13th Street. Along the way, we discovered a rare book store and a pea patch garden neither one of us knew about before.

(Not being a gardner, I wonder why I am so drawn to pea patch gardens. Maybe I'm a gardner and don't know it yet, or maybe it's just the hippie atmosphere they seem to radiate.)

Nancy really outshown us all during Writers' Group. I already knew she is an outstanding poet. Today, when she read an excerpt from her autobiography, I discovered that she excels at prose as well.

Despite Don's protests to the contrary, the piece he read today was the same piece he read last month. Our group is so nice, however, that we all just let the issue drop.