I woke up at 3:30am. I'm not sure why but I started to feel like I was getting sick maybe. Dread.

I woke up again at 5:20. I had the not-seen-for-a-long-time debate with myself:

It's too early to go to practice.
Too cold.
I'll be tight.
I could practice here at home.
I have so much to do.
Yada

I got out of bed at 5:50, threw on clothes, washed my face, downed a shot of espresso, took some Motrin and was on my mat and doing a Sun Salutation by 6:30. Done with first around 7:30. Done with second at 8:10... outta there at 8:30.

Practice: Lovely... lovely... lovely... I love my practice right now. Like the old shoe it used to be.... ah... so nice. (Barely toes in Kapotasana today... the adjuster put my left hand in first and I've noted if I don't do right hand first, I can't do it.... The Man admonished me for Bakasana B today.... my arms were like jello from giving the rest of my practice my all so I made two very meager atttempts and moved on).

Upon which I drove like a bat out of hell to make an appointment at The House to get my blood taken for life insurance. The guy shows up and I'm dripping sweat. OH well.

From there I went to a super painful appointment (I can't believe I did it)...

and now I'm desperately trying to get some work done, get packed for Seattle, get to my parents (an hour away) for our final holiday celebration...