Another week at the gym...Does this qualify as "habit" now? Tweedles don't talk as much on the morning truck ride. Just stagger in and stagger out.
The two aerobics classes concentrated on arms, this week. I have mostly recovered and can now lift a Kleenex.
As the Teedles plodded along on their treadmills, while watching CBS coverage of the earthquake in Japan (uplifting topic as we sweat away, going nowhere), the fierce young sheriff's deputy works away at his Incredible Hulk barbells, and the 15-lb Phillipino lab tech chick RUNS cheerfully on the other treadmill. A tsunami of fatigue washes over the Tweedles.
Mrs. Tweedle stumbles out of the truck, up the walk toward Mother's roost, looks up to see 'Spice' kitty pressing her tiny face against the picture window, and blinking at me encouragingly. She has deliberately burned no calories today, but still hopes for a morsel of bacon. For this, she greets me sweetly, my little cheerleader.
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