Wednesday warbling

Pawprints.  They never get old.  Does this suggest that I've got to get myself a dog, or that I shouldn't get a dog because it means I'd spend my winters photographing its pawprints in the snow?  I would also probably have to train my pup to be okay with that (read: sit still long enough to make it happen).

Other pertinent life updates:

1. I have secured my return flight from Arizona back to Minnesota next month.  In other thrilling news, I will be flying the Red Eye Express - my first overnight flight.  (Anonymous friend: "Doesn't that make your soul cry a little, though?")
2. I took my first hot yoga class last night at Core Power.  I learned later that there are different levels of hot and I had inadvertently stumbled into the hottest of the hot, at 105 degrees.  Wowzers.  I mean, that was hot.  I actually really liked it, though.  If I do this consistently, will I finally run better in warm weather?
3. I will never cease to be amazed by how little cooked recipes actually resemble their gorgeous magazine versions. Meatloaf, I suspect, is never as pretty in person.

What's going on in your world today, Reader?  Do you have red eye advice for me?  Hot yoga advice?  Meatloaf advice?  I'm open to everything, friends.