January sunrise

Yoga has made my long lost stomach muscles awake from their mobid stupor. I had to roll sideways to get out of bed this morning to the melody of straining middle aged lady groans as I couldn't sit up forward it was too oocha. I then did silent yoga stuff while Dave squeezed out some more snores before I woke him to the sad news that it was not yet Saturday and we alas had to do the worky smorky one more day. He liked the sunrise enough to snap it. Big garden bird watch tomorrow then off we trot to weegieland. When I laugh and giggle its oocha too, which makes me giggle more, I'm caught I a weird yoga muscle chuckle matrix.