Blaine starts her bikram training today, which is weirdly held at the Radisson at LAX, and I’m so proud. We stocked her up on snacks, moved her in, met her bunk mates, I made her promise to be good and mind her counselors, then we bid farewell, and by farewell of course mean, I’ll see her every weekend the two months she’s here, and pump her full of tots and wine, to really ensure it’s like all that Yoga didn’t even happen.