The minimalizing endeavour continues. Since I can't effectively get rid of anything - and don't particularly want or need to, since most of that was done in three moves in four years - the belongings I don't want in full sight in my living space is going onto storage shelves in the laundry room. Thanks to being in quarantine, food is delivered, so I have plenty of boxes, and more coming every week. Today I packed up my convection oven, since I'm not using it much.
A little bit per day, an hour at a time. One day last week I did four hours, and exhausted myself.
That being said, I have been doing yoga daily, usually twice daily, for 81 days. Almost three months. I feel immeasurably better. Two health problems remain: bursitis in my hips, and seasonal allergies. I'm working on the bursitis. Taking antihistamines for the allegies. Carrying on.
Since I rearranged the furniture last week, I can do yoga while watching my teacher live-streaming on my television (via Chromecast). When I do the standing poses, I am gazing at a photograph of Bodie. This is not unpleasant.