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Wake up. Walk into the kitchen. Think, “Oh crap, I’ve given myself arthritis in my hips.” Consider how hip replacement will mean too much time off from practice. On the up side, maybe I can get bionic hips with freakish range of motion. Google glucosamine.

Start practice. La la la la la. Baddha konasana. Holy smokes, that hurts! Lie back on the mat. Okay, something is freaking out in there — vibrating, like Elvis leg on a scary climb. Could it be the psoas? Maybe. But I’m starting to suspect the adductors are the culprits.

Good. Hurts like hell, and bothersome all day, but at least not my joints.

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This morning the trees were delivered from the nursery. So pretty. Two mesquite and a palo verde. Also a weird little tree called a Texas Ebony. An ocotillo and half a dozen sage bushes.

And the fan palm we rescued when my parents’ neighbors were going to get rid of it is finally starting to send out new leaves. It’s a survivor.