All is well

Just got back from my yoga class...all stretched out and mellow.  More successful than last week.

I made the commute into Canora and pulled up to an empty studio with a couple fellow yoga-ists standing in front.  Missing instructor.  Hmm...

Now in the old days, I would have taken this opportunity to head to the nearest coffee shop with a trashy magazine and hang out for a couple of hours.

In these new days, the only option for hanging out was at Wong's restaurant, home of battered diner seating and hideous fluorescent lights.  It's quite popular though...whether it's due to lack of options or wonderful cuisine, I don't know.

I drove home.  Back in time for the bedtime rodeo.