My Morning Peace...

Trying to do yoga in Chicago is like drinking a pot of coffee and then trying to take a nap.

Thank you tick tocking clock for somehow increasing in volume the longer I stayed in downward dog.

Thank you Ryan for walking in and out of the room right when I was contorting into prayer twists.

Thank you car alarms and honking horns.

Thank you barking dogs and yelling children.

Thank you all I am right back where I began except now I have jello-legs and an hour and a half less time in my day.