I suppose there's one good thing to come out of David Bowie's postponed show tonight and that is I won't miss yoga class. There is one little problem though, my back, shoulders and arms are utter junk.
Remember all that snow that fell over the weekend? Remember how Jeff broke in our shiny new snow blower so yours truly didn't have to shovel? Remember his dad and stepmom who we used to live downstairs from? Good.

Jeff's dad is away on business and gave him a call from sunny Florida yesterday. Apparently his stepmom is still quite snowed in and had to take a taxi to work yesterday on account of the two feet of unshoveled snow surrounding her house and car. I think you can see where this is going. Without actually asking us to go over and dig her out his father managed to do just that.
No problem! I can hear you saying, simply use the 9 horse power, six speed, wonder machine that is, at this very moment, sitting in your garage. Slight problem. Said beast will not fit into either my Beetle or Jeff's Jetta. Period.

So after dinner we donned boot and mitten and with a trunk filled with an array of shovels, drove the fifteen miles or so to my in-laws. Between the two of us huffing and puffing, we had the area cleared in about an hour. Unfortunately, that's about all the time it took for my left arm and wrist to begin cramping up in a most unpleasant manner. Yes, yes I am a big wuss. Keep in mind my reference to the two feet of snow was not an exaggeration on my part.
That said I don't think I'll be doing much of the downward dog or plank or any number of wrist & arm intensive postures the yoga instructor likes to torture us with. How 'bout I just cut to the savasana and call it a night, eh?