It's my nemesis these days. I happily floated around in a swimming pool last week, forgetting all about it and the first heat wave of the summer, and after two and a half blissful hours, as I climbed out, suddenly realized: it's not the sprogling that's the issue: it's gravity. It makes me slow, tired, and even the slightest kinds of motion on my part look like a great ship listing along.
One more week, if he's on time. Or more. Or less.
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