Going through old business cards.

I still have a stack of business cards from work. They're mine. Or at least they have my name on them. Plus various jobs that I haven't held in years.

Steam, it's how you feel to make it real.

For the last few weeks, I've been a regular visitor to the gym. Last spring, I had a good routine going, with both kids out of the house for a few hours each week. But this fall finds me in the gym three days each week. I can't say I'm enjoying it, but my blood pressure is down, which is why I'm there to begin with.

There was a delay to the start. School took an extra ten days to get going, given a strike by the teachers. The hardest part of the delay was not the actual lack of school. It was the uncertainty. We had the end of the summer pretty well planned, and then it kept inching along.  But the teachers won some needed concessions, and we got ourselves back in order.

So when I finally got to the gym sans kids, the goal was not just to exercise, but also to take a breather. That sent me straight to the steam room.