Our dad’s house is a little short of easy chairs, so when we watch movies as a family, someone ends up in a kitchen chair or on the floor. Today K and I remedied that by going out and each buying an exercise ball (the stay-put, anti-burst variety). I just thought it was amusing enough to mention that instead of sitting and watching an episode of Numb3rs idly in a lazy-boy recliner, I decided to sit on the newly acquired ball and knit.
So now I have converted the glorious task of knitting, aerobic previously to only fingers and hands (perhaps arms too, if you consider some of the winding/switching actions), to one of fitness significance…however smally.
Errand running in wintery slop is no good, just in case you didn’t know.