Two 3.6-mile city rides. I brought my sneakers to work, but I used the excuse of a shirt that would barely zip up in the morning as a practical back-up to my still-hobbling self's desire not to run. Nor did I swim, because Inga needed her walk, especially since I didn't walk her yesterday; and I also had to finish baking cookies before bookgroup.
Which was fun. Tonight's host has three dogs, two Labs and a greyhound, and five cats. After the black lab had had her fill of petting, I was given a lapful of grey cat who not only splatted bonelessly against me but also loved my continuous petting. It put a paw around my arm as if hugging me, and after repositioning itself it wound up with a hind paw in my hand.