A warm orange fills the sky off in the distance, but I don’t get up yet. Moving hurts so much. What happened to me yesterday? I take a moment to read yesterday’s log. That’s right. Andrea tried to kill me and Evan with a combination of yoga and aerobics.
No, wait. I remember now. It wasn't an attempted murder. She was smiling, I was smiling, Evan was smiling. We did that for fun. I try to move my arms, but they don’t think that’s a good idea. What was I thinking?
I turn and sit up on the deck chair, my abs screaming in protest. I try again to lift my arms and this time they actually move. I reach up to try to work out some of the stiffness and feel Andrea grabbing my wrists. I hadn’t realized she was there. She pulls on my arms, stretching them. It hurts, but it feels sooooo good.
She comes around my deck chair bed and grabs an ankle, first stretching one leg, then the other.
“Thanks,” I say as I start to regain mobility.
She smiles and waves me over as the music starts. Oh. I guess we’re doing it again today. Evan stirs and Andrea pauses a moment to give him the same stretching treatment as he groans. In a few minutes, he and I are back in Andrea’s exercise class. A few minutes later, the pain fades and it starts to feel less uncomfortable, then invigorating, then great. Sweat drips down into my eyes as we wrap up.
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I munch on a granola bar and a small pack of sliced peaches while I wait my turn for the shower. I form eyes on the bridge deck to check when we’ll arrive at the next stop. There’s plenty of time. Once I get the sweat rinsed off and clean clothes on, Evan gives Louise a call. She says there’s no news from legal, and the new implantees are all doing great.
We’re nearly there. Evan starts putting together the controller while I cannibalize a couple of cats. Andrea and I build the platform. The sun is high in the sky by the time we finish. I’m hungry enough that lunch from a can tastes great.
Evan settles into his deck chair for an afternoon nap while we motor on to the next site. Andrea works on some modifications to the boat, adding furniture and decorations to the cabin and the decks. I lean against the railing and gaze off into the endless blue. It’s so peaceful out here on the water. I love it. After a while, I double-check my to-do list. Yeah, I don’t have anything I need to take care of. The only entries are the build jobs and instructions to “Have a great day.”
Maybe I’ll follow Evan’s example and take a nap. Seems like a pleasant way to spend a couple of hours on a great day. From the sound of his contented snoring, I’d say he’s having a great one.