After two days of hermit-ing it up in the living room, keeping my yoga from the world, I was determined to get outside. And, despite some residual hermit-ness and my lack of time and the unspectacular weather, I got outside, gosh darn it to heck.
True, my chosen spot (in the parking lot of the roadside business I had an appointment at) wasn't much more interesting than the cavern-like living room of where I'm staying, nor was my session a heartfelt prayer-of-flesh like of a couple days ago (or, even a complete session, thanks to my looming appointment). But it was most certainly not indoors. I win.