Quick note up top: I have never had so many people write in after a newsletter before last week’s vitamin rant. I’m slowly working through replies and hope to compile any advice/tips and send it out in a future newsletter. Appreciate y’all!!

I’ve been taking reformer pilates twice a week for the past three weeks. It’s been nice to have some sort of routine to fall into after the move.

The studio is less than 10 minutes from my house, so, in a moment of overestimation — perhaps short and long-term memory loss — I signed up for an 11am slot.

As soon as I walked in, I looked at the instructor and said, “If I ever sign up for a session before 1pm, I need you to remind me who I am.”

Seeing as I can barely make an 11am Zoom call should have told me that any kind of intense physical activity before noon (especially if it requires me to leave the house) is going to be a no-go.

I am, according to my Oura ring, a “rare [💁🏽‍♀️] late evening type.” I didn’t need Oura to tell me that, but it does provide a bit of reassurance: I’m not simply a lazy piece of shit who has a difficult time waking up before 10.

In the words of the disgraced Canadian rapper, I come alive in the night time. Not wanting children is honestly a godsend for me because how do y’all do it.