My muscles ache from the much needed pilates class. The instructor asked if I used to be a dancer: "You spot all the time. Did you dance?" "No, I just fall a lot, so I need to see where I'm going."
It's warmer out. As I walk to the doctor at lunchtime, the man next to me softly whistles and unrecognizable but enchanting tune.
I spend a large part of the day daydreaming, a past time I have not engaged in in far too long.
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