Guess what's busy at 9:00 a.m. on a Sunday? The 24-Hour Fitness. I was not expecting that. I went for a walk last hour and decided, spur-of-the-moment, to walk past the one that opened a few years ago about seven blocks from my place. It replaced what had been a small motel when I moved here in 2002; that motel closed during that time, grew more decrepit in ways that Life After Man fans like apocalypsos would like, then got torn down. Now it's a place where people get their sweat on, even at 9:00 on a Sunday morning. (It is one of the 24-Hour Fitnesses that actually is open 24 hours, unlike those others that necessitate the legal notice in the company's ads that "Not all locations open 24 hours." That notice is yet another little thing that amuses me.)
Drizzle and cold made me decide to go home quicker than planned, but hey, I can get my sweat on in here.