I have now met Emilie's baby

I was at the gym this morning, and I heard Emilie call my name. She was there for some sort of all-trainers meeting, and had her baby, Eloise, with her. The baby was asleep, but I walked over and took a look, and said appropriate things, also noting that she was much cuter than in her pictures on Facebook. I suspect this is a combination of them being old—Eloise is at an age where even a couple of weeks makes a difference in how much she is visibly engaging with the outside world—and partly the difference between a photo and an actual three-dimensional baby. A bit later (after her meeting) Eloise was awake, and Emilie did "do you remember Aunt Vicki?" (Emilie was sure the baby was responding to my voice in utero) and gave her to me to hold for a minute.

Between that and a bit of chat with the people at Porto Rico who sold me a cup of tea, coffee beans, and gum, I conclude that I am no longer feeling people'd out, as I had been right after Farthing Party.

Other than that, I had a reasonably thorough workout; after a bunch of other stuff, I was torn between "I want to do some rowing" and "enough upper body stuff, go do something else." So I went and did something else—and then went back and did some of the rowing exercise. (This is a shoulder thing, in sets, not rowing-as-cardio.) Some days I have to drag myself to the gym, so it probably makes sense to go with the impulse if there's a specific exercise I actively want to do, even if it hadn't been in my plans a bit earlier.

Between talking to Emilie and meeting the baby, and a bit of chat with the people at Porto Rico who sold me a cup of tea, coffee beans, and gum, I conclude that I am no longer feeling people'd out, as I had been right after Farthing Party.

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