Wednesday I did something I have never done before: bought something knowing full well I was going to return it. My search for boots in Harvard Square turned out to be, to use an entirely appropriate word, bootless, so I resorted to ordering a couple of pairs of boots online from onlineshoes.com, which like Zappos has free return shipping. I'll keep the pair that fits best and ship the other one back, or ship them both back if neither fits and have them ship me some more. It seems awfully decadent to have stuff delivered to me just to try on, but I guess that's the modern world we live in. Another advantage of doing it this way is that I get a cashback bonus for using my Discover card at that vendor, so I'm saving money on top of it being more convenient. Still seems terribly profligate and wrong somehow though. Shnells, I'd still be into going shoe shopping sometime though, I want to find cute shoes that don't make my feet hurt and that I can go out Arabic-dancing in, if such shoes exist anywhere in this world.
In other shoe news, three days in a row of wearing my Earth shoes has made a real difference in the plantar fasciitis in my right heel. If you've got PF, I highly recommend Earth shoes
. They continually but gently stretch your calves and ankles and hamstrings. Good for the hips and lower back, too.
Finally had a chance to get in some yoga last night. It was much needed. Of course as soon as I reached savasana the neighbor kids started rampaging, and M was twanging away on his guitar (he uses headphones, but the physical strings are still fairly noisy). I held an image in my head of the earth lying solid and silent and dark underneath all the activity of life on top of it, eternal and never changing despite all the fuss and bother on its surface, and it was surprisingly effective at keeping all the commotion from affecting me. I really didn't think I had it in me to relax under the circumstances but I'm glad I did.
Started Season 2 of Torchwood last night, with the famed James Marsters-John Barrowman liplock. Oh those naughty captains. And poor jealous Ianto. The show is rather veering into Lex territory but I still like it. Pretty people being cool and sexy and tossing off one-liners, nothing wrong with that.
Dreamed last night that it was Raks Spooki showtime, and I realized I'd never written up a schedule. It's too soon for me to be having anxiety dreams about the show!