Bonal? No, damnit that's not right!

Today has been an odd day.

As I walked to yoga, a high school boy accidentally palmed my ass. He apologised; I still felt awkward.

I spent about 5 minutes trying figure out how to explain to my chiropractor what is wrong with my back. I don't feel like it's muscular, I feel like my bones are rubbing together in my back. It's bonal. No, no. Wait. That's not word. *snicker* bonal. No, wait. What is it? Oh! Skeletal! heh heh. Bonal.

A first date tomorrow with Inspector Climate. Yikes!

Updated to add (this was the most important part...I can't believe I left it out!): So, I go to hot yoga. The studio is heated to 29 C or 85 F (so not as hot as Bikram), but hot. The women who attend the class are always in various states of undress and there are a few guys who don't wear shirts. But today. Today. Oh, Today. A man was in the class wearing the shortest tightest shorts I've ever seen on a human being. And as he got into down dog and the shorts creeped up his hairy butt I had a hard time focusing on my breathing. It was horrifying. I was moments away from seeing something bonal...and that is NOT how I like to practice yoga.