In orbit between the high crypt of the windowless 5th floor (better now, less toxic, but still a space of deprivation) and the cold shuffle of home: from bed to blanket-bunkered couch with stack of books, to bathroom, to changing clothes directly in front of heater (the one shot of heat in our otherwise parsimonious corn pellet usage). A 3rd stop added in later days: SWIMMING!: the mini orbit of lapping, the attention to tile patterns, the enforced breath rhythm – a retraining (recently having gained awareness of a habit of unintentionally holding the breath). These patterns are punctuated by the thrill of excavated winter limbs, flesh flushed pink underneath all skin colors, drippy, shiny, rubber headcaps, foam, the exciting activity-specific equipment of goggles, echoes. Finally, the quick and pleasurable shock from cold pool to hot shower before wetheaded biking. STAYIN' ALIVE!