I made the drive safely to Minneapolis and was more glad than ever to get out of the car. It was so wet and rainy and cold everywhere I stopped that I never got out to stretch. I was sore. It was lovely to drive into town, as always, and arrive at the Prasada and see familiar faces. Now it’s only 19 degrees outside but it “feels like” 7 so I’m kind of avoiding leaving the house. Yay Minnesota.