It is Pinksteren. Pentecost. This means 'fiftieth day', and yesterday was fifty days after Easter Sunday. Today it is the second day of Pentecost; it is seven weeks after Easter Monday.
Today it is Monday, but in fact it is treated as a Sunday (although still a lot of people are working since the stores are open in my town). I have a day off. But this doesn't mean I didn't do my Ashtanga practice, because I did.
Yesterday I spent my day reading, drinking coffee with a friend and talking to him for hours (he was very low in his energy and my energy was sky high, he noticed it and I tried to convince him it was because of the meat he does eat I don't) and cleaning the house. This morning I got up at 6 AM and started my practice. I think practicing at home has an advantage as I don't have to leave the house to go to the shala. This saves time. But that is the only advantage. I find it much harder to practice at home than with other people. I noticed myself postponing, I was looking for excuses not to start immediately (drinking water, combing my hair, grabbing my phone, sending someone a text, etc). I even started thinking that I was not in the mood to practice.
Fortunately, at one point I was done with my mind making up excuses and I got on my mat, stood in Samasthiti and I began the opening prayer.
My practice was a mess. Terrible. I completely forgot all the Marichyasanas, all four of them. I almost forgot headstand. When I did headstand, I didn't know where to look (what my Dhristi had to be) and I was wobbly. Ah well. I practiced, that's the most important thing.