I gave gotten in some night walks and jogs the last few evenings. Starting to need long sleeves during them, as it’s getting closer to the W word.

The Dirty Dancing soundtrack joined me when I was out there. The album from start to finish. It brings back such memories. Memories of a time when my family went to the video store, and not only rented movies, but also the actual VCR. My parents brought it home is this big, black, soft case. That case was filled with so many cables. I sat there impatiently while it was hooked up behind the TV, typically with several cuss words spoken by my dad when the cables weren’t cooperating. Times sure have changed.

I am hopeful that when I show at outdoor yoga tomorrow that it’ll be going on. It’ll be about 55 degrees at the start, which shouldn’t be too bad. I’ll be bundled up and rearing to go.