Because of my illness (sinus infection) over the past week, I’ve refrained from full-bore yoga practice. Yesterday, I returned home from work at odds and out of sort (two phases that are nonsensical, but appropriate). I had been unfocused at work and less productive than I wanted to be. Once home, it was too late to go to class, but I am not going to miss it tonight. I really need it. I’ve also put on a couple of extra pounds so that’s even more motivation. Even though I lay out my mat on the floor, I never could put in sufficient time, except for a couple of nights of ying yoga. Too many distractions at home. There is something about arriving home, stripping off the cloths, donning my yoga duds, picking up my kit and mat, and driving to the studio. It’s like flipping a switch.