I have a confession to make. I've been getting out of bed early to ride my bike. That's exercise. And I love it.
I love it so much that I think about riding my bike everywhere I go, and it makes me want to renew my goal of riding my bike to work. The only problem, of course, would be that I'd arrive at work a sweaty mess. There's apparently a shower in one of the bathrooms at work. That kind of creeps me out. But maybe it shouldn't! It's just a shower. At work. Surrounded by coworkers. Ew. No, it's definitely creepy.
I guess I had that in my head last night because I dreamed about arriving at work on my bike, sweaty and exhilarated, and heading to the showers with a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo.
So I opened the door to the bathroom/showers, and I found myself uncomfortably surrounded by something you'd probably have to pay $9.99 to watch on television in a hotel room.
That's when it occurred to me. I don't dream about naked girls showering together. Somewhere there's a very disappointed adolescent boy dreaming of a leisurely evening spent sipping coffee on the back porch of his own alpaca farm and planning the design of his next hand-knit garment.