Global warming deluge day = good humid weather for yoga practice. Leroy and I go to the practice room where there is almost nothing other than yoga props, two lamps, two rupas, a picture of Rimpoche and the OM yoga prayer flags, offering a blank slate for my mind. Today I did a full-on practice in fairly normal yoga clothes. My t-shirt says Have a Namaste. Selfiesatsixty are not always glamorous. But regular, formal practice is the ground for the recognition of goodness and the shifting of habits. Sirsasana is particularly good for that purpose. Near the end of my practice, I did a nice, long headstand while Leroy held the steadiness of space.