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September 12, 2005

From the Comments: Amphioxus

I awaken to the morning radio newscaster. "This is not a drill, if you haven't already, take...” He’s cut off, replaced by a nasty hiss. I stumble to the bathroom. Wizz, brush, floss like a good boy, and shave.

Dressed in sweats, I begin my pre-breakfast stretch. Outside, sirens wail. This is not a good day for jogging. Yoga seems a better idea.

From the standing tadsana I flow to uttanasana, head down, arms hugging calves. I progress to baddha hasta padottanasana, legs apart, head still down. A blinding flash of light comes through the window as I kiss-my-asana goodbye.

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