J. the dreamy dance captain for The Lion King didn't come to yoga today. Or last week. So it's been two weeks since our mini lunch date where we realized our lustful interest was kind of mutual. Sigh. At least I'm getting in a more focused yoga workout without him bending and stretching his lithe dancer body so distractingly on the mat next to mine.

Speaking of The Lion King, here's some interesting babboon news.