October 1. Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays are days when both my husband and I do yoga.

I entered the study to switch on the air conditioner and found Button wide awake.

“Are you okay, Button?”

“Yes. It’s just too hot and stuffy in here.”

“And why are you up so early? Want to try some yoga?”

“Not really but I watch the two of you practice it. You look too funny for words standing on your head and doing all kinds of stuff with your body. Aren’t you supposed to stand on your feet!”

“Very funny! And just how long have you been spying on us?”

“It’s not called spying. I get bored sitting on that stand of mine day after day. You don’t mind if I watch!”

“Of-course not. In fact you can try some of the asanas without toppling over. You need to work on that belly.”

“Don’t be so rude…”