Here we are, somewhere in the Pacific.
Here’s where we’re headed, sort of.
Here we are on deck at 8 a.m., pranayama-ing.
The Viking Sun Choir [they refused to change the name to ‘chorus’] is about 50 mixed voices who don’t sound half bad, especially when being intentionally nasal on ‘Gonna Wash that Man Right Outta My Hair,’ part of our South Pacific medley.
Busy day: Yoga. Bridge. Trivia. Bridge. Lecture on ‘spies in the sky.’ Numerous meals and snacks squeezed in between. I’m exhausted. #