Juggling a dance and an exercise routine while predicting the opening level of the Bolivian stock market.

It’s good for the brain. The ultimate stretch and exercise.

And when in the morning you say “hi!” to Mrs. Jones and you invite Smith, Weston, and Duldridge to lunch at the Hanging Crow and Old Carrot, you know “friends for life” is a phrase you can roll out like a magic carpet.

It’s been a long time since I bought a carpet. I have no longing to do so soon.

Fully furnished.