yoga snores and supine twists in singapore

Back in Singapore for a few days. We're staying in a cute hostel with a rooftop garden, where the photo was taken. I've been enjoying Singapore more than I thought I did or would. But I guess the grass is always greener in Singapore.

Last night Ben and I had dinner with some friends here, and the night ended with midnight dip in our unders in the pool and a few rides on a segue. Yes, I felt just like Job from Arrested Development. There was some port drinking at the end of the night, and maybe it was that, I don't know, but last night I woke up thinking I was teaching a yoga class, and I had fallen asleep while my students were in savasana. Panic! So I cued something like, bring your legs into your chest, straighten the left leg and draw the right knee across for a supine twist. And I was doing the twist. I was like, supine twist, always a good fall back. Phew! And then Ben was like, uh...

I woke up with my arms in a tee shape, a perfect supine twist. In bed. Ben told me this morning I was like, talking through the cues so deliberately he didn't know if he should wake me up.

Yogazzzz.