Busy day

I made it to hot vinyasa yoga in the morning at Thrive Yoga. I threw out four full trash bags of junk that I had been hoarding for years. I went to see my father in Holy Cross Hospital and spent a couple of hours chatting with him, no interruptions; he was admitted for observation this morning because he woke up with chest pains and numbness in his arms. At 88, the doctors wanted to be sure that there were no other complications.