7 a.m. Great news: my sister Jessica is going to have a baby girl! As much as we love the Reedster, we all were secretly (some not so secretly) hoping for a girl this time around. Last I heard, my mother has already named her and is planning her sweet 16th.
8:30 a.m. I wear a bright pink puffy down vest today to school on a bright sunny fall day. It was a risk. I feel like a snowman and realize I might be opening the door for ridicule from my students and co-teachers.
3:15 p.m. We start getting the first large fluffy snowflakes of the season in Gwangju. My puffy pink vest must have sent signals to the snow gods.
6:20 p.m. I fall asleep on the bus as usual. But this time, my keen sense of timed travel is a bit off. Must be the snow interfering with my satellites in the sky that tell me when I need to wake up and get off.
6:55 p.m. A loud Korean man is shouting at me from the distance. Oh it must be a dream. I am dreaming. No. I am awake. And it is the bus driver. I don’t know where I am. I look around. S.H.I.T. Missed my stop. I look around the bus. I am the only rider. “YOGI-YO!!” I yell to him from the back as if this giant empty bus were my own taxi. He lets me off.
7 p.m. I walk home beneath big white flakes of wet snow.
7:10 p.m. I run two miles to yoga class in the cold snow. But I must enjoy it now because Whit will bring me home from yoga and to the store to get that cheese I have been craving all day. I swear I am only going so I can get the cheese on the way home.
7:30: I am doing downward dog in yoga, wondering where my husband is who said I must go to yoga and meet him there.
7:50: Still no husband. Now on to backbends. Chest up!! Chin down!!
8:30: He must be outside waiting with the extra helmet he promised to bring.
8:45: My yoga teacher brings me home.
9:30: Dinner has arrived. And Whit explains we need two phones instead of one. And really, he says, it was just too cold to go back out in the weather. Hmmph.