Yesterday after the library I went to yoga, beautiful class (and classmates). I came back home for supper, preparing myself a large bowl of salad with grilled chicken and broccoli. I was carrying said bowl to the dining room when it slipped from my hands for no good reason. There wasn't anything unexpected on the floor to trip with, nothing in my hands to fumble, it simply slipped from my hands.
I took this to be a sign that it is indeed time to quit.
After eating the part that didn't spill on the floor, I went for a walk. It was drizzling and wet. The reflections were beautiful, but the experience not so much. My shoes got wet and I was only wearing a t-shirt, so I came back home.
This morning I woke up knowing I had set myself to record my daily meditation. I didn't feel like doing it, but I had a moment of privacy at home and I sat down to meditate about 15 minutes. When I checked the recording I saw that I made a mistake and hadn't recorded my session, so I sat down again, this time for 10 minutes.
Yesterday I bought my ticket to Madrid, I'll arrive on Saturday night and I will stay with a good friend. I'll stay briefly in Madrid, waiting for good weather to go walking. This walk will be something special, I know.