Just Another Crowd

I like our gym.

It's 24 hours. It's clean. And there are no showers or pool, so it's pretty inexpensive.

I always try to go during the quiet hours when there are only a few people around. At 6:30 in the morning, it's usually me and a couple soccer moms. If we're lucky though, we're joined by the token 40-something male that shows up, runs on the treadmill super hard for five minutes, then weighs himself before leaving. Every gym has one. If you don't have one that is cardio-oriented, you have the guy that drops weights from chest height, then coughs repeatedly to remind everyone he's still there.

Recently, I discovered that the owner is running a $33/month promotion for anyone looking to join in December, January or February. So, what was once me and a few others is now fifteen others and me staying in bed.

I decided after a couple weeks of off-time, I'd go back to see if it's cooled off.

• Last week: Half of Cranberry getting their pre-Thirsty Thursday swell on.
• Sunday during the Steelers game: Geriatric hour.
• Tuesday after work: It was packed, but that's based on my view driving past.
  

Aside from the gym, December has gone by so fast. A whirlwind, really.

I think I'm done with gifts. This year, I tried to either buy local or get stuff that was handmade on Etsy or some place similar. I mostly succeeded.

I did buy a 1940-something Griswold Colonial Breakfast Skillet. I was going to give this piece of cast iron goodness to Ian, but decided to just keep it instead.

Breakfast is best cooked simultaneously in threes.

I hope everyone gets to spend their Christmas with friends and family this year. Be safe.