In spite of the cold fog outside, I’m ready to
bundle up and walk to the last market. It’s sure to be a social occasion and I’m
in the mood for catching up with old friends. And I’m hoping for one last pesto
roll and another bunch of dino kale. After the energy slump, the priority feels
like move more and sit less. I need to remember that sitting is the new
smoking. It can kill. I’ll move.
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