miss blue. my broken and retired sewing chair. material scraps from making a friend a wine bottle tote. some ancient irons that make excellent door stops. dirty floor.
blue on an amp that was humped to shreds by goth cats.
100.9 degree fever. living room. inter species snuggs. gifted afghan from sis.
guessing the virus found me at some point on saturday between doing 90 minutes of bikram yoga with tay and walking out into the tundra with a sweaty, wet head. 3 days off and couldn't really enjoy any of it. however, did enjoy 105 degree yoga so much that i can't wait to go back. first time, never stopped. my friend was proud. thanks to that wretched volleyball coach of my youth making us practice for 4 hours in a midwest gymnasium with no AC in 100+ humid heat every summer ("hell week" we called it) because some of my endurance has, well, endured.
that excercise shit'll kill ya
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