The Son and I fell asleep watching Star Wars Edisode III last night. This was after we watched Episodes I and II. I wasn't expecting WGD and The Daughter to be home from Indian Princesses in time for yoga and I was right. Too bad then that Tiffany woke me at 6:30 this morning.

As it turned out, they got home in time for me to make first series at the health club. And, as it turned out, H was teaching. I've practiced next to H for years and she's the one that helped me with the now-non-existent-Bakasana-B that I tried and actually did pretty well at last month but I've never taken a class from her. She's a bandha queen so it was fun. An attorney that was my boss 15 years ago was taking his first ashtanga class and was next to me. I stopped a couple times to help him and then realized tonight in the shower that perhaps that was offensive --- either to H or to him???? I didn't really think anything of it at the time.

The Son's face is still very swollen so we are going to keep him home from school tomorrow. So no yoga... I'll probably be way sore anyway. Supta Kurmasana felt lovely today... but I was also an idiot for going full bore into it since I haven't practiced in so long. Oh well, the body will teach me a lesson in it's own time... as it always does.

Leave for Seattle tomorrow evening. Hoping to have enough discipline to make practice while there. Wednesday night, however, I'm going out with a group of friends to Cafe Flora in Seattle. I'm stoked, their cookbook looks awesome.