this dog is down.

i just left a really important bag somewhere in the threads of the subway.  had about a year’s worth of notes and class plans on yoga, my douglas brooks version of the bhagavad gita, the article from the ny times i was in, a stephen cope book, an umbrella, and my expense report receipts for may.

i am really sad.  really really sad.  i hope someone really kind and wonderful will give it back to me.  so much irreplaceable stuff in there.  you just don’t think about it until it’s gone.