This morning I went a Nia Jam. Other than having Jean dance for me in her living room and a few clips on youtube, I've never seen Nia danced before, let alone participated. I surprised myself by lasting the entire hour. Apparently my couch potato self isn't as out-of-shape as I thought. Not that I did great, mind you. I paid attention to my knees and didn't do anything I thought might make them painful.
After the Jam I stopped at Costco for a few groceries. The store was a zoo and they were completely out of carts, but I managed to get what I wanted sans cart and, for once, picked a fast moving checkout lane. All went well until I brought the three-pack of Soy Milk into the house. The box ripped open and I watched in dismay as one of the half gallon cartons tumbled down the basement stairs like a rectangular slinky. Amazing, that wasn't the one that broke open. No, the one that managed to stay inside the shipping carton was the one that spilled milk over the landing.
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