Yes, that’s right. Today’s big workout was oak-frame futon wrestling in a small, dim, box-surrounded corner of my studio.
It was supposed to be a spin workout, but in my serendipitous way, one thing led to another, and pretty soon it was 5:00 and I hadn’t eaten anything all day except a 2” cube of cornbread sample at Central Market. Maybe I’ll spin tonight if I have the ganas for it.
But at least now my futon is all put together with no leftover parts, it’s in the place I want it to go, and other furniture and boxes have been moved around so I once again have floor space in my studio.
Floor space so I can set up the bike and do a spin workout.
Yes, there is a method to my madness.
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I'm jealous of your spin bike. I'd love to have one, but the best place for it (where I wouldn't have to worry about the copious amounts of sweat I drip) would be the basement ... in the middle of the kids' play area. Not so smart.
ahhh that brings back memories... i put one of those together for a friend. they should say in the directions that you need a space at least 3x the size of the room to put it together in!!!
archi's mum
My wife and I slept on a futon for ten years. She liked it more than I. Eventually we both started having lower back problems, not because futons are bad but because our particular one was no longer comfortable. Now we're on one of those tempur-pedic mattresses. Man, I'm sleeping like a baby. And dreaming like crazy. For a long time there, I had quit dreaming.
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