The Smell Of Hotel Carpet

After putting in a 60 hour week by noon Friday, I kicked back a little bit early to do yoga by the pool for the first time in 2 weeks. A 72F day, light partial cloud cover, 22% RH, dozens of sorties flown by thirsty female hummingbirds. I got outside late enough to avoid the morning smell of the cattle farms to the SE near Lower Buckey, and early enough to avoid the cacophony of the ice cream trucks. A refreshing, relaxing, rejuvenating hour in the sun.

Watching hummingbirds quench their thirst on the forest of aloe flowers I have blooming in the back yard was much better than watching women's hockey Olympic Coverage, or curling, or any of the random sporting events NBC decided to televise during the periods of time I was trying to do yoga in the hotel rooms the last two weeks.

Now if I can just get the faint smell of hotel carpet out of my mat. Ew. I Did use bath towels, as a "barrier" between yoga mat and likely-quite-nasty hotel carpets, but just being in close proximity is enough for the polymer mat to absorb residual orders I guess.