Months ago Clane and I joined a Barre class.
It's really hard, and I sweat more in the one hour
session than I probably ever have in my life-
which is a really good thing since I don't sweat much since the
the accident claimed my sweat glands.
Sometimes the girls and I have to split up because I start laughing when we
look at each other in the mirror, and then my flow is
ruined for a good 5 minutes until I can contain my composure.
We came home this from our usual 5:45 Barre class and found Ollie
in the garage tuning up his Honda without his shirt on.
I love him so much.
Tonight as I sit on my bed to type this little report today,
my windows are wide open and I can hear the frogs croak
outside near the pond.
I feel content, and ready to lay my tired legs down
next to my husband with everything
"safely gathered in".