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YOGATHON--the conclusion

So...sitting out in the pleasant morning sunshine in a folding chair outside the yurt, a balmy breeze picking up along the sparkle glinted lake and stirring the cattails, drifting warm fingers across my cheek. I have to say this is a peaceful setting and welcome change from my typical office chair in the living room.

Just checking in on the weekend news from you and from #life...I have to say I am really impressed with my connection strength out here. My laptop and phone are still holding strong with four bars even though every other vestige of web connection has vanished for everyone else here. It must be the connection software that #life sent us...really impressive!!! I have to watch it since we don't have electric and I need to conserve the charge I have left (Hmmm. Maybe sneak in some outlet time during breakfast???? There's a thought.)

So--wow! Swingdate certainly sounds like it swung! Glad to hear that Paige got her groove on and shone during this date--I was feeling remorseful about how SHARKDATE had gone for her. I think I like the hot pink/black hair statement on her as well. Way to switch it up. As far as Tiffany: I think we can definitely play this date as a "success" in Tiffany-world--yes, that moment entering the dance floor in THAT OUTFIT was dicey, but you controlled it well and went on with the show, which is what counted.

Great, unforseen connection between Ethan and Tiffany--any thoughts as to whether that will blow over or we can nurture it into a longer standing relationship?

About Toby--I have been brainstorming about matching him up and was considering Brianna. Hear me out on this: Brianna seems to be unfazed by "extreme" men (if her past is any indication) as far as I can research Toby has zero political interest and involvement (should keep her family happy) and let's face it--who else are we going to set those two up with?????

All said: way to go on your weekend, Lindzi!!!

So here it is quiet hour, according to the little schedule posted inside our yurt. Oh--crap. Gotta go.

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All right. That was interesting. Shades of getting caught smoking out behind the gym by the principal....let's not revisit that though.

So I was peacefully catching up and checking in with you when I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye--it's Ryan, frantically waving to me out of the front flap of the yurt. I look around and OH SNAP.

Alexander, like he appeared out of nowhere, staring directly toward me from about a hundred feet away up the trail!!!!

Never has my lap top been snapped shut and sat on with such speed. I couldn't help nervously sneaking backward glances our yoga coach as he slowly neared, riveted to the spot like I was to keep my laptop under wraps. Lindzi, I swear to you, Alexander was PAUSING AND SNIFFING, like a SUSPICIOUS BLOODHOUND, every few feet as he neared. Moving like a stalking lion and really ratcheting up the suspense. Starting to panic, I did a visual sweep of our campfire area and sure enough--crap. A couple of beer bottles glinting out of the grass, and some cigarette butts. I tried to communicate my panic to Ryan, but he had moved back inside the yurt, bastard, leaving me to take the brunt of this confrontation. I turned around and pretended to be fixated on the lake. When Alexander came and tapped my shoulder I was sitting full lotus position with my hands upturned.

"Hi there."

"Ah! You scared me--I was meditating!" Looking up through those tangle of gossamer white lashes into his ice blue eyes I didn't get the impression he was fooled.

"Really. Where is everyone this morning?" His eyes swept the panorama of yurts and the (oops) campfire area.

"Oh. Just probably getting dressed and ready for breakfast," I tried to recall his attention from the danger zone of the stump circle, but it was too late.