Quessys

Here are two questions, one of which I woke up to*, for literally no other reason that I need to blog today. Provided you have a free day during which to contemplate them, please feel free to do so, however, I expressly forbid you to Google any of the answers. It is one of the great exercises for your brain, no matter how out of fashion it has become: thinking. 

Would a lion eat a house cat? In other words, if a lion was in a room with a zebra and a house cat, are both animals doomed? Would it be considered cannibalism if they did?

Did Jane Austen ever marry? Did she ever want to get married? Is it wrong to feel a twang of cynicism when reading her stories? I don't know if it was because of the actors that have played her in films but Emma Woodhouse has always seemed distasteful to me. A bitch...if you will.


Other than that, during last night's yoga class, my yoga teacher played a most excellent playlist and towards the end this song came on and it reminded me of how much I love it and have been listening to it all afternoon. Here is an especially beautiful live version of it and I hope you enjoy it as well.

*It was the cat one.