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Out the door just as soon as I gulped down one cup of coffee—which is to say early, early, early.
Drove to the Y for my guided tour of the machines.
I kinda/sorta remember the machines from my Tai Kwon Do days, which is the last time I went to a gym regularly—so 37 years?
Did a very, very, very modest circuit. Then went spinning for half an hour. Enough to get the endorphins flowing so that the drive home through miles & miles of ancient dairy farms, clouds alternating with sunshine, while white flakes of snow fell but did not stick, was a minor ecstasy.
I rummaged around through my mind for some 19th-century poet who might have written about such scenes. There aren’t any.
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Optimally, I should have eaten before exercising. I will next time (which will be Saturday.)
Other than that, as per usual, I have a shitload of work to do and absolutely no interest in doing any of it.
The central heating in the house is on the fritz—though that doesn’t affect me too much ‘cause the central heating has never worked in the Patrizia-torium, & I rely on sweaters & an electric space heater to stay toasty. Still. It’s one more thing in the house that does not work. I think Iggy is lucky to have me as a tenant.
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Also, I’ve started lusting after Roseville vases:
