“Ye-ooooowwwwwww-ch!” Thalia rubbed the muscles of her right arm pit.
Typist and trio lay splayed on the family room carpet — their arms positioned like goalposts. Both legs angled to the left, contorting their collective spine.
“Nobody to blame but ourselves,” Nia tsk-tsk’d. “Almost three full weeks of inactivity got us here, and now we’re the only ones who can right the imbalances.”
“We did have Covid?” Calliope squeaked.
“And when has an excuse —” Nia squinted, “— ever solved a problem?”
Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it well and serenely, and with too high a spirit to be cumbered by your old nonsense.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I read a blurb somewhere from a breast cancer patient that 9 years after her surgery and radiation, she still needs to stretch-it-out every day. I am grateful for her share, reminding me to do what needs doing.