Back home. Back to Pilates.


Jet lag. Back home now in Cincinnati to the regular routine, which I only vaguely remember. Oh, yes, Starbucks. Oh, right, lunch at the Rusty Bucket. And Pilates with my friend Julie just now.

I think that the air conditioning at SBUX is going to have a deleterious effect on my wobbly post-Pilates muscles. But it’s already in the nineties outside, and air conditioning ceases to be a luxury.


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