at peace with zoom yoga dashiell and I

Caving in to zoom yoga, an actual class in a studio a distant memory, I setup props and hope for the best. First, that the technology will work, so far so good on that front. And two, Dashiell will not come in, bite my toes, and try to sit on me. Shut doors are no problem for him to open. There is enough heft in that sturdy body to merely push them aside. This morning he came in, toured the room and settled into the rocking chair, peacefully sleeping through the entire class and then some.