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Last night, The Cop said, “You are a lot happier, now that you’re practicing at home.”

I often like to practice with Sharath’s CD, which I’ve loaded onto my Shuffle. Today, though, it finally dawned on me that my favorite thing about this is hearing my own breath. Because of the ear buds, I can hear my breath as loudly as when I have a cold, but without the pesky congestion. It’s weird, perhaps, to be so soothed by the sound of one’s own breath, but there you have it.

Once I realized this, I asked The Cop to share some of this ear plugs. He uses them on the range, and I will use them in the yoga room. I even started daydreaming about using them at night when I sleep. I am feeling inclined toward sensory deprivation, I guess.

This morning was also the first practice with the new tattoo. I figured I’d be holding off on pushing my arms through the lotus for garbha pindasana, but I hadn’t really thought it out much more than that. Turns out, the tattoo is slightly affected in the marichyasanas as well. Mostly the “svad” side of the tattoo. One day I may have a tattoo that’s worn off enough that it reads “Yaya” in Sanskrit.

And here at work, I received this video clip. Which I adore. Particularly the fellow who bolts over the desk after having enough paper clips thrown at him. I’ve watched it a few times, and my amusement only increases. I can’t quite figure out why, but his reaction totally delights me. Not yogic, I’m afraid, but oh well.