A while ago Paul had gotten me some Gaiam yoga socks as a birthday gift or something. I hadn't worn them because I forgot about them. Now I'm not big on socks period. In fact, I think 40* weather is perfectly appropriate for flip flops. My toes like to breathe! And if it gets colder than that, I still try to wear shoes or boots that are so soft and fuzzy inside they don't require socks. The only time I don't mind wearing socks is when running. So I was leary of the yoga socks, especially since they had the separate toe compartments. However, I found they actually helped with the yoga. The treads helped me stick the positions and work a little deeper in the poses. Being completely inflexible (I can't touch my toes) this is a very good thing.
Reid napped throughout yoga. He was tired from third level hand examinations. Look at hand. Open fingers. Close fingers. Open fingers. Close fingers. Open just the pointer finger. Oooooh, amazing. Close pointer finger. He did this for an hour. Very tiring, as you might imagine.
Cort....well, you know he doesn't get tired! Nor does he sit still long enough to contemplate the miracle of his hands. So he practiced a little upward dog himself.