April 2012. ….because I sit. A lot. There’s a chair in my Spanish class that holds my stressed bum for five hours each day, and that’s after three hours of laptop action with the writing. My days are full and I’m slow to socialize, but I find a jazz bar that’s a short walk from my apartment. Thelonius has live music and a retro-New York vibe. I’m there every Thursday, and most Saturday’s. The bartender’s know my name, and, of course, my drink. I forego the stool, lean into the bar, and give my backend a break.