People, peeling shrimp doesn't much bother me, especially if they're already headed, but deveining and depooping them is really a loathsome task. Blech. I just did half of them and foisted the remainder on Tom. Why do some recipes call for just deveining? As if veins are less palatable than intestinal tracts??? Courtesy of my yoga teacher, here is some Om for your afternoon: "We are born with a certain amount of breaths; the faster we take them, the shorter our lives." She opened class with that for reflection during our practice, and indeed, I slowed down. It also helped me take with yogic love the man next to me who was a very noisy breather and moaner. I'm really not a fan of orgasmic-type exhalations during yoga, but to each his own I suppose.