Send me to my knees.

My grief over Zena and all that it overflows to and reminds me of - damaged friendships here, mainly - was still fresh: tears were still falling when I first heard the knocking. It took me a while to get down the hall to find Yama at the door. Our yoga teacher, come to see me and my knee.

How swiftly cheering it was to see her!

We talked for a bit. She declined tea. Plans were made - there's a Japanese dinner tonight with Rashi and Jean at the Bugsplat Family Centre. Yoga next week, despite my knee. Yama has modified versions of all the asanas.