I was wrapped in a blanket this morning while I was writing my journal. The heater was on already, but the rooms were still cold. I stretched my foot out of the balcony door, quickly I put it back and closed the door again. It's colder outside than I thought it would be.
It is still pre-yoga-time. It will warm me this challenging practice, I know it, but it is difficult to start when it is so cold. I give myself another 15 min, but then I will stretch and bend forward in modesty.