"A pretty good job done today is better than a perfect job done tomorrow."

With this in mind, I did yoga. I did it on the floor of my son's room with him on the play gym thingy next to me. His 4 month old mind was meditating on the plastic black-n-white kitty that meows a rather tortured-sounding electronic tune when he slaps its bottom. I was meditating on my hamstring where it attaches to the ischial tuberosity. It turns out that when seated on the floor I can still get my legs stretched out flat, toes reaching upward. For about 5 excruciating seconds. Dammit, Man!