O we are un-balconied!

It's father's day. Today we had a very "masculine" asana practice. Thank you, Shiva, for the soreness I'm going to have between my shoulder blades tomorrow. Thank you, Dad, for reading to me and for passing along the ability to survive strange medical ailments and be robust in spite of them!

Tomorrow they (several people, two different sets of contractors, including a helpful person named Alex) are going to begin redoing our balconies and stairs. I'll move Lester to the study so that he doesn't have to inhale paint fumes or any other fumes.

I'm giving a test tomorrow. It is a long test, and I did not write it myself.