Rocket Science

by Emily Mayer

There were other fish in the sea. Less shiny, physically spectacular fish but still—lots and lots of fish who wouldn’t mind meeting a less-than-socially-gifted fish who knew about things like exploding stars and the finer points of propulsion system design.

I slipped out of my “doing actual yoga” yoga pants and into my “just lounging” yoga pants.

Paige was a firm believer that a person’s energy was contagious. I was going to be the flu of excitement, dang it!

Biceps, and triceps, and deltoids; oh my!