Sunday was an impromptu move day, part 2. C and I headed to my mom's house to pick up more of her clothes and various and sundry other things--some weird mishmash of photographs, papers, and jewelry. Oh. And free weights. A carload, in any case.
As for me, I went spinning (to the gym, period) for the first time in a month yesterday. Well, it was just like riding a bike. The body, indeed, has a memory.
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