Today went pretty well. Some hunger and cravings (idle daydreams of sandwiches and hot hearty tomato-based vegetable and whole grain soups). But nothing overwhelming; food is oddly, slowly, surely receding into the "something other people do" category, like smoking, painting, or TV. I had some really sweet, soft, ripe yellow lemons to make the lemonade with today, and that was a treat. I've been using pure organic lemon juice in bottles, which is good, but obviously nothing can beat the blessings of freshness and ripeness. Natural perfection.

For those of you keeping score at home, I've been drinking a bit more of the lemonade the last two days. Burroughs recommends 60-120 ounces (2-4 quarts) per day, and I drank about 92 ounces yesterday and about 90 today, after only 64 on Monday. That's along with lots of pure water, of course, and the quart of brine for the flush in the morning.

Tonight was a time of unity. Team Relaxative got together for some quality relaxation. To begin with, on Daimian's discovery and recommendation, the two of us took a very traditional hatha yoga class at the Institute for Integral Yoga. This Institute is a delight -- it's a castle-like building on Dolores Street that I'd never known about, though it's four blocks from my humble abode here on Calle San Carlos. It's a full ashram devoted to transformative yoga, practical wisdom, and a full spiritual practice. The yoga class we took was on the top floor of four well-appointed floors, in a room with lush blue carpeting, exposed dark wooden rafters, and a large round turret. The class included the normal poses, but the instruction emphasized breathing and presence and meditation. It was a wonderful class, relaxing and centering, and I felt the twists and turns and shivasanas deepening the cleanse into my body.

Afterwards, Team Relaxative stopped by Lost Weekend Video for two-for-one movie rental night. Talladega Nights turned out to be a ridiculous Hollywood comedy of the pre-packaged variety, that nonetheless had some hilarious moments cleverly embracing, then skewering, NASCAR culture.

While at Lost Weekend, Team Relaxative stopped into the photo booth for some snapshots, doing our best Victims of the Master Cleanse impersonations.

Gotta get to bed. I'm actually going into the office in the morning.

--tony

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