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Today was baseball weather. The studio front door was propped open and we are listening to swing tunes. My stomach is in knots in anticipation of tonight's class because I have to present. "Design an immersive experience." Actually I can't wait. But my stomach thinks otherwise. It's the conversation that follows that I'm nervous about, most likely.

Ollie has become more robust these last few days. He gets to take me everywhere- the warmth is too easy to be seduced by. (This is my scooter, we're referring to.)