Different Planets

Clare called the other afternoon all excited over her workout. “I biked with Aaron Judge!” Well, not exactly. No, my daughter was all alone on her Peloton, biking away in the basement. OK, I get that, and do the same in the living room. But I’m usually watching something I’ve taped. Sorry, no virtual instructor/class for me. Ah, but my eagle-eyed child spotted the giant off to the right on her screen, one fastball hitter to another, I guess. She didn’t say who went faster, although I wouldn’t be surprised if she kept up. Clare is nothing if not competitive. Meanwhile, I have two episodes of “Son of a Critch” waiting for me.