(Staying hydrated during the move.)
Also positive: on Saturday night, a friend asked me to try out Pho 95 - on the rougher side of town, so we'll not go there too often! They are the only other Vietnamese restaurant I know who offer a veggie broth. Here is their Pho Chay (the broth was spicy and delicious!)
I think I like our usual haunt better for the tofu to noodle ratio. This probably had a head of broccoli in it, and five large tofu chunks, and very little noodle.
Both weekend days I enjoyed homemade waffles, but this morning I added a pb smear:
The tough part of the weekend came this afternoon: I went into the spin and yoga studio to clean (next weekend is exactly one year since my first class). I was texting with the owner about supplies, when she asked if I had a second to chat. So, she called me. If you recall, back in May some issues arose causing all but one location to close. Now, this location and the existence of the studio as a whole (it would celebrate five years of operation in two weeks) will be decided by the end of this week. As in, a great likelihood that the studio could cease to exist by the end of July and she would be forced out as the owner, turning it over to the investors who would not try to keep it open.
I'm still not great at "feeling" my emotions, so it took a couple of hours - but I cried, am crying. I'm really broken-hearted over this as I've built friendships with the teachers and clients. Sure, free classes for working is fantastic, but the community of people filled a hole in my heart that I didn't know was there. On average, I was inside one of her studios five days a week over the last year. That is a lot of time to spend somewhere outside of your home and work. It's just as well that the trip is this week. The thought of starting over my yoga practice at a new studio is pretty overwhelming, and I have no idea about spinning classes. In the meantime, I'm grieving the death of my favorite place to spend time. It really sucks.