The Camp Gym; Monday Morning.

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It was a Monday morning, so Cal was, of course, in the gym, warming up a little before setting to the task of his usual routine. The ensuing workout was a little pensive, a little thoughtful, big golem-like creatures wielding horses aside. No, Milton hadn't exactly been killed in the service, but Cal's father was still in his thoughts today, as he wondered whether or not he should do anything. Maybe call Tessie. Wire some flowers. Could you even wire flowers back to 1976? He guessed that he'd figure out all the details there when he wasn't pumping iron.


[[ open gym is open, although I might disappear here and there as there is talk of frisbee golf in my future ]]