This morning, I cleaned the lanai (it's more of a patio, but I like to say lanai - like the old boat) while the Mr. went for a ride. While it was drying, I practiced yoga to Pavarati. Lucy watched. It was difficult to concentrate with the stupid bird outside making what I suppose is something of a chirp, but sounds more like nails on a chalkboard to me. I wish I knew where the bb gun was packed. Just kidding. Sort of. It's been a while since I went to a yoga class and today I totally felt it. I over did it and bruised my spine or something. My back totally hurts. Part of the problem is that I suscribe to the theory that yoga is a competitive sport. Maybe that's more than part of the problem.