A Crisp Morning Lift and

I scrambled up the woven wicker coaster on the living room table and discovered a giant wooden clothespeg clamped onto an empty seed envelope. It looked suspiciously like a high-end seesaw, and I am definitely not the type to turn down free gym equipment. I swung my blue handbag over one shoulder, braced my boots against the grooved metal spring in the center, and hopped onto the higher wooden arm. The peg let out a loud snap-wobble, dipping like an energetic diving board! I tapped my hip monitor, burst out laughing at my impromptu morning workout, and let myself sway in the sunny breeze from the cracked patio window.