I promised to my wife and children...

Today was the first day back to work from the longest vacation and that's always a little bit strange. Tried to get back in the groove. Lots to do. Everyone was slow. I was slow.

About halfway through the day, I got a message from my friend that my favorite yoga instructor of 2 hour, gruelling Saturday morning classes had been killed in a car accident. I didn't know him very well, only as a teacher, and only for the past couple of months. I skipped the last few of his classes that I usually go to because I was too busy or tired and now I don't get to go to anymore. No one does. He was a very nice man. Picture all the stereotypical things that people don't like about yoga instructor types. He was the exact opposite.