Not much


A good evening. 
Exercise. Tea. Blog. 
Yep.
Gack. Never suck on a tea bag. It ripped and now I've got grit-tea mouth.
Still have the exercise. An hour on the ellipse that isn't really an ellipse. Blood pumping. Fitbit said I did 17 very active minutes. Yeee up. Can't have everything.
Still. The blog. Where person come and read that which I pour out of my soul. Maybe I'll make a fake account and tell myself how awesome I am. 
I can think of a few sadder ideas, but the tea grit is in my night guard. 
Ah, water.
I took a screen cap of my fitbit trauma.
You can clearly see my pain. As highlighted in reds and blue arrows. The green circles are there for show. As are the other arrows scattered about because I thought that the red and blue were not enough and I had a drawing program that is fun to use.
I've reached my fifteen for the night. 
Feeling good.
Except for the tea.

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