Early Saturday.

Gym this a.m. without little Joe whom just woke up as I got home.

Pump up the sphere…

It is 8:13am and he is scrambling awake now with laughter and hidden smiles beneath his comfy blanket. I hear Nina talking to him upstairs.

He sounds so happy. This is good.

Gym consisted of arms work, flushing blood into muscle and hoisting iron with passion.

I need nothing else when I am there, not food, water or conversation.

I love the soft clang of iron as it reverberates off the cinder block walls, lungs drawing in that uncirculated air spliced with the smell of stale sweat.

Before I came home stopped at 7-p11 and grabbed us both coffee.

Just fed the little man, he’s days away from being off formula, especially since the mix is 40/60.

Ok, off to shower off the morning sweat.

Be well.