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Oreo got restless around 4:00 am, so I let her out of her crate and invited her outside. She looked up and, in NO uncertain terms, said something like, “Are you kidding? It’s cold and dark out there! I will plop in the TV/Living Room until you guys finally get up!“
Mary and I finally arose. I headed to the office, and Mary made coffee. Oreo joined us; she likes to help! We attempted to explain Halloween to Oreo, but she looked confused. We will have to get her a costume before Saturday.
But first, we must go to the gym. We arrived at the gym feeling strong, confident, and wildly underinformed. Nijla and JC guided them to the exercise machines, where every seat seemed designed by a medieval blacksmith. “Just a few reps,” Nijla promised, while JC adjusted the settings to “historic regret.”
Mary pushed, pulled, and made noises usually heard from old floorboards. Paul tried to look athletic, but the machine kept returning him to the exact same spot—like a very expensive rocking chair. Nijla and JC cheered them on as the minutes stretched into several geological eras.
At last, the torture ended. We staggered away, victorious—and already dreading the long walk to the car.
We made it home and changed for the never ending errands we had planned.
