The community there is really nice, and I've liked all of the teachers that I've had so far. The space is gorgeous - a lot of exposed limestone bricks (they don't call Kingston "Limestone City" for nothing, I guess), and they'll often do classes by candlelight. They have change rooms, a bathroom and shower, and a neat little hang-out type room with comfy chairs, a vanity with a mirror, and cubbies to store your stuff. Lovely.
So yeah, I've been having some really wonderful classes. However, I have noticed one troubling thing about my practice this week: I've been getting really frustrated with myself. Mostly frustrated in the "I-know-I-can-do-this-pose-so-why-isn't-it-working" sense. Yesterday I kept falling out of half moon, and I know that it's something that I can do! But at the same time, I also know that my practice changes from day to day, and I'm in an unfamiliar space, etc., etc. I wish I could just do things without over-thinking them.
Other than that little bit of self-inflicted irritation, it was great practice. Then I got back to my mother's place and found that my husband had made an apple-tofu-egg noodle casserole. So good. As I said before, I am so spoiled.