We have been doing downward dog with the percussive massager sometimes multiple times per day for weeks now. It started because we don’t have our massage table as it was left in Tuscon. Yes, that’s right: Tuscon. Anyway, while we had been borrowing a table, that person needed it back and so we became table-less. It is getting to the point where we can stay “down” longer than we like the ensuing blood in head experience.

Also noteworthy is I just don’t wear white socks anymore. Or those ankle high ones. The white socks era was pretty long; I can’t really remember when I’d don a ankle high though. You know, the kind that go mid-shin, mix and match who cares because there’ll all the same anyway.