Hi, y’all.

Today I took a yoga class that kicked my butt in the best ways. My muscles feel exhausted but more alive than they have in a while, at the same time. The yoga teacher pushed me right to my healthy edge but not beyond, just like I needed. I think yoga teachers are some of the friendliest, most soft spoken sadists you’ll ever meet — which is fine since I’m a masochist when its comes to this ancient art.

Today peas, lettuce, and cabbage went into the garden. Even though it’s not yet February, I’m hoping it is still not too warm for lettuce. Weird.

Tonight’s video is a live performance of ‘The Night Pat Murphy Died” by Fiddler’s Green.

How are you tonight? What’s on your mind? This is the latest MyFDL open thread.