I haven’t read the great Book of Yoga Rules, though I don’t doubt that such a tome exists.  I do have some sense, however, that beginning your yoga practice with a 1/3 lb hunk of ground cow flesh sizzling on the George Foreman Grill in the background, just might be a faux pas.

Such is the life of a renegade DIY yoga blogger. Of course, since I like my burgers tending towards medium/medium-rare, it was a relatively short, 10 minute practice tonight.

I did have a very productive day, though, and might even treat myself with 10 minutes of a favorite Ralph Fiennes movie.  I haven’t forgotten about him.  I’ve just run out of new material and am seemingly always pressed for time.