The flight home was a mixture of pure agony (congestion doesn't get any better at 36,000 feet my friends) and eagerness... just to be home, in my space, to take care of myself (okay pity myself) in my own way. In the end, I ended up passing out on the couch until the doorbell rang and the guys to hook up my office back to technical reality brought me back to real life.... real life.

In interesting news of today.... the children were taken to Chuck E. Cheese as a belated birthday present from my sister. As a result, The Husband and I had the evening off but I've been too sick to really contemplate actually doing anything so we chose (okay I chose) to go to yoga. Kiran was subbing the first series class at the health club and The Husband came with me. I was a bit worried given his previous mixed reviews of yoga... and decided I would just concentrate on my practice, use drishte and not worry about what he was doing. I was a bit off -- weak and tired.. and my back was hurting... but I had a nice practice nonetheless. After The Husband told me that he liked that class a lot better than the others he took. I asked him why and he couldn't pinpoint it but he actually has been talking about taking it again. He's asked when the full first series is taught and talked about how he could swing doing it... interesting. He also told me he was surprised at my arm strength (I think seeing me do a full Tittibhasana surprised him).

Indian Guides family campout is tomorrow... hopefully my head will cooperate and I can be a reasonably good mother for the weekend. No yoga until Tuesday... at least not asana... as we all know.. it's all yoga.