So, Phlegmmy and I agreed that we should start doing yoga again. (Something about getting into and out of inner tubes on the Guadalupe River. Awesome time, absolutely wonderful, but... more flexibility better!)
R, being a wonderful and straightforward person, found a class, and went twice while I was "Eh, I'll get there on my next weekend." She reports flexibility returning in proportion with ouchiness.
I decided I can't just sit there any longer, so I'm going to restart in my office, using a youtube instructor and my yoga mat. Even if I'm not getting out of the house, by gosh and by golly, I'm going to do yoga!
10 minutes in, I'm in a downward dog pose when the cat walks under me and tickles my nose with her tail.
I'm not sure what position I landed in after the sneeze, but I'm sure it's very highly advanced.
At least, even if my dignity, the cat's dignity, and my face didn't survive unscathed, my hip feels better than it has in days...