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My Gift just sent me a link to one of our favorite science writers: Oliver Sacks, neurologist, humanist, and delightful writer. The link is about migraine, a subject of great interest to both My Gift and myself, as we are (as are the majority of people in our family) migraineurs. I used to get pain after the aura, but for the past almost 10 years the pain has not been an issue; all I get now are the visual and neurological effects. It’s kind of cool.

For Valentine’s Day, I sent My Gift a Playstation 2 and her favorite video game, Amplitude. She left those two items behind when she went off to school and The Cop sold them on eBay or Craig’s List or something. Anything that is left around for more than a minute or two gets sold online by The Cop. If ever I go missing, head over to Craig’s List and search for “Small woman, obsessed with yoga and deeply attached (with great delight) to the relative.” And then, buy me back! Actually, The Cop mostly buys and sells cars and trucks and motorcycles. He likes to have a project in the garage at all times, and has done all kinds of work on his various mechanical toys, which are then sold before the next toy moves in.

Despite his bad habits of selling other family members’ stuff and swearing (loudly) at projects in the garage, I got a Valentine’s gift for The Cop. Check it out. I always feel like a big space-hog when I go to a shala with my black mat. I lent my extra one to The Cop when he wanted to practice with me, but even though the Manduka is big, it cannot contain his vinyasa-y goodness. Seriously. His feet always go off the end. And not because of poor form or lack of control. It’s ’cause he’s 6’2″. Is the 85″ mat a lot longer than the 70″? Well, yeah, duh, by 15 inches. Seriously, though, when you unroll this thing, it seems to go on forever. It’s kind of hilarious.

So My Gift has a new toy and The Cop has a new mat. A big mat for a big man. Wink, wink. Happy Valentine’s Day, honey!