Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

Emilie told me this evening "You're going to be an aunt." I knew she was pregnant, though she'd asked me to keep it quiet for a bit; today she has an ultrasound photo, and is cheerfully telling everyone. Discussion of baby pictures, and my saying it's different looking at them if you care about the parent, led to Emilie agreeing with the idea and telling me I'm going to be an aunt. OK. Not what I was expecting, though we're friendly and I enjoy talking to her. (Given how much of my available social time I use at the gym, this is definitely a good thing.)

Other than that, it was a reasonable workout, with a bunch of Pilates machine stuff (my request).
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