1/19/06 Friday morning I visited my father in time to join in the yoga class in the 5th floor "living room." (His walker is to the right in the picture.) I had a ball. There were lots of ladies and a few men, and the yoga teacher was young and energetic. Two ladies slept through it all. Two or three did just about everything asked, and most participated at various points. By the middle of the class about 20 people (most in wheelchairs) were there.
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