Like Father, Like Son

There are a few ways I'd love to be like my father, like his involvement in household chores, there are some I'd love to have nothing in common with him, like his litany of health complaints.

This morning I woke geared to being as productive as possible and striking a few things I'd been putting off off. Morning yoga was a resounding success: dripping sweat, elevated heart rate, improving headstand. Then disaster strikes, migraine induced vertigo (like my father) has me bed bound til the end of the day. I like swimming, but not feeling it in bed.

Needless to say I didn't get around to taking any pictures, this screenshot will have to do for today.