Could not find my breath today. Every inhale, no matter how long, felt shallow. Every exhale felt like a closed mouthed pant. It all got sort of done, but I was quite distracted with this shall we call it chase the breath game I had going on. It did give me an opportunity to notice, count and categorize the amount of ticks, mannerisims, and fidgeting I do,and not just during the seated poses. I will not bore you with the list, but I could start with my pre- invocation stretching “preliminaries” and catching up again with the obsessive need to align my toes, my index and thumb perfectly for Padangushtasana. Then futzing with the bad side in Utita Parshvokanasana, then heming and hawing with the knees in correct placement on the Virabhadrasanas, but that is only a warm up for the real show that starts during the seated poses. It is little comfort, but everyone has some sort of futz routine during parts of seated. Today though, was so bad that teacher came over and asked about what I was up to in Upavishta Konasana. You see I like to line up my heels with the farthest wood panel breaks on the floor to widen my legs. They are easier to find if a position myself diagonally on my mat. Well she put an end to that. Just like the little kids how have the ritual of not stepping on the crack in the sidewalk to insure it all goes well. Kai who blogs at reluctantashtangi.blogspot.com calls what we practice on these type of days futztanga.