Try titling it this time

I went to Zumba. In something like sixty days, this will be an automatic part of my schedule.
Whiny part about not having enough time to do anything in the evenings, spending hours and hours in a box...
But Riley and I just wandered through the complex, smelling the air, looking for squirrels, running away from sprinklers. Mini keeps running out onto the porch, flicking her tail and making those weird cut meows when a bird lands in the tree outside. I may have to put that net up after all.
Feet hurt, legs hurt, but in a good way. Feet propped up, Riley dozing, Mini outside watching traffic, quiet movie on. Good.

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