I noticed there’s a women-only fitness studio opening at 515 E. Carlson St. come mid-June. Nice for whoever’s into that sort of thing. Me? I’d rather drag myself to the coffee shop for a vanilla latte than sweat through a structured workout. Even that ten-minute walk feels like a big effort on early mornings. I’ll keep claiming my back corner in the staff lounge, grading essays and pretending the copy machine small talk doesn’t exist. No need for any flourishing over here.