Of Exercise, Central Heating, & Roseville Vases
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:
