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Pita Jungle

Pita Jungle

Pita Jungle

Life is exciting and hectic this week; I’m not crafting, cooking or gardening. Rather, I am sweating like a maniac in Bikram each morning, eating gobs of good food I’m not preparing for the rest of the day, and trying to maintain sanity. Today: lunch at one of my local faves — Pita Jungle.

Their gazpacho is as fantastic as the hummus trio. (I may go there often enough to know several of the servers by name.)

The new job is going very well, although I’m on the farthest left-hand side of the learning bell curve. There is so much to understand and accomplish; I am very much in my element working at a university. A bit premature to make sweeping statements, but truly I like this position thus far.

Tomorrow morning is the Bikram weigh in! Are you nervous? I am. I have taken this week by the horns professionally and just barely made it through physically. Apparently one of the side effects they don’t mention about regular Bikram practice is “not needing to sleep as much.” Read: insomnia. I’ve been getting 3-4 per night, which is far from my normal — feel free to roll your eyes at my infantile sleeping needs — 9-10 hours. I love sleep. I like Bikram. We’ll see how long these two decide to bicker.

Hasta,

~K