I made it to Zumba.  The teacher was gone, so the yoga teacher was subbing.  She is a lot more flexible and bendy and bouncy than the Zumba teacher, and since she didn’t know the routines by heart, it was more extemporaneous than usual.  I sweated like never before.  I went to the locker room to find that my lock had either been stolen or cut.  My stuff was still there; some swim panties for Paul and an old towel etc.  I hadn’t paid for the locker since it went up years ago from a reasonable $5 a year to $15 and now $25.  I just emptied it out.  I don’t use it that often.  We ate out at Qdoba which was quite good, then went to the grocery store.  I am tired and wired and hungry.  I think I hear a nap calling me.  Or an Oreo, I can’t tell which.  Maybe a book…

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