The next yoga teacher training session begins in one hour.
I'm sitting on my couch in my pajamas, drinking coffee and trying to eat a healthy breakfast (which is tricky, because I filled up on a bunch of Christmas cookies first), alternating between anticipation and outright terror.
My old lady hip is hinting that it might feel like popping out of place again this weekend, but my teacher would say that's just my story. I think it's my old lady hip's story, frankly, and I think it's a valid story...but I will go and try my hardest anyway.
Please pray that I don't get hurt, and more importantly, that I don't have to massage anyone's butt or anything else too weird.