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My sunburned feet (an unfortunate byproduct of my awesome beach day on Saturday) don't work properly as I try to do my various yoga poses. The burned areas have lost pliability, and resist bending and stretching like undercured, new leather.

I lie on the mat, staring at the ceiling after completing the session, my first in almost a week. Katie will be home soon, and the deep breathing and stretching has made me stupid and light-headed, unable to put my thoughts together properly to think of what to make for dinner.