Day 4/8: poopasana

Maybe I hit up two classes last night because I knew this was coming, but a bummer nonetheless. Perfect timing for a reminder that this week was about good decisions, not going to yoga.

I’ve got one sick puppy, so tonight I got down with my dog, not my downdog – one of the few things that will keep me from my mat (“Hot Doughnuts Now” and particularly perfect weather make that list).

So it goes.

Onward.

Sometimes yoga takes place off the mat, Coo. I get it.