One morning this week I woke up without my alarm nice and early. Sleeping in really isn't for me.
Then I rocked over to a local pool to swim some laps, which I do quite poorly, as my feet simply sink and I always feel a bit panicky in water.
Then I joined in on an aquafit class which was about 95% over the age of 70. My arms are noodle-y, even as I type this.
Then I came home, studied a dead language, read a bit from a sad novel, and defrosted my freezer.
I'm afraid my downtime activities are not helping my dating life: not one bit. Shoot.
