Sunday Jan 19th

Another successful morning at the gym doing about 43 minutes of cardio on the treadmill. It was weird as fuck driving up and being one of 3 cars (the other two looking like they'd been there well before the storm had ended) and entering the gym to see no one, only hearing rhythmic weight plates clinking somewhere in the back room of the gym, letting me know I wasn't alone, after all. I learned the hard way that it wasn't benign friction causing irritation to my achilles, but actually a piece of plastic in my shoe that had come exposed slowly and steadily slicing it open. Today I'm in the market for new shoes.  I came home and read a chapter of Uncanny Valley by Anna Wiener over my second coffee and a bagel before getting going on the remainder of my day.

Good morning.



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