Is it a workout if it only lasts ten minutes? (It's okay; I know the answer is yes, depending.) Turns out my stamina on my footbike at the moment is about the same as my current stamina for a writing sprint. Especially in rapidly climbing desert heat. But that was fun, brief as it was. Ester Dean's "Drop it Low" was the perfect rhythm (and exhortation) for the first part, and Stromae's "Formidable" worked pretty well for the slow, slightly uphill second part.
Now, errands. Meds and painkillers to take, plants need watering, need to buy groceries for dinner for friend coming over tomorrow, need to do some laundry and tidying of this insanely messy apartment. Plus I have to mail away a mermaid to someone who just bought one from me. And permissions for/copies of a couple stories to be reprinted. And receipts for reimbursement for an event at which I worked.
(This is one of the "Chubby Models" series by Casarotto.)