It goes something like that.
I like the quiet after midnight. I have these second winds now that I am working out late, and I think that I'm going to use them to write about things that wouldn't make sense in the context of this blog. But I'll also write here as well.
This space has always allowed me to indulge in my inner chatterbox. I think that I've not had an opportunity to really let this loquacious creature out in quite a while. I don't get to speak often with one friend who just allowed me to talk to my heart's content (all the while rolling his eyes at my sheer ridiculousness). I miss that.
I've been very careful with my words lately. Who knows why?
Lately, I've been thinking more and more about Shakespeare, and less and less about my work. This is a good thing.
I've also joined the gym in my old neighborhood (as poor Petworth has no gym yet) and it has provided me with a lot of entertainment. Some people love to look at themselves in the mirror. If I worked that hard on perfecting my body, I suppose I would do that as well. However, I don't think that your rear end will look ten times better after a half hour on the elliptical. But I could be wrong!
I'm going to try a spinning class and get back to you on that.
I love this gym because it's full of all kinds of people. It's like a Benneton Ad. I'm sure I'll have more to say, but it's going to take a while for me to get my bearings again.