Carmel was tired, but it wasn't a tired enough feeling to curl up and nap, even though part of her wanted to dreadfully. She still fearfully skirted sleep, despite having been up so long already today and not getting much sleep last night. She was wired in part from finally checking her messages, the note from Administration filling her with a private sort of humiliation because she was generally an observant woman, not one who people would say wouldn't notice these things.
It was that spark of feeling edged with a frustrated almost anger that finally sent her to the gym. She'd thought of checking in with Dominic, especially after meeting Meg earlier, but maybe once she took the edge off with exercise and didn't feel quite so worked up and at odds with herself. She had time before needing to slip the two pans of lasagna in the oven for a really good workout.
She'd changed into a pair of capris length cotton pants like she often slept in these days and another tank top and headed to the gym. She'd warm up with stretches and then she'd kick the hell out of the bag for a bit, get back into that exercise that she'd loved since she was a teenager. She was mildly surprised to find someone else in the gym as she entered, and that it was Wu. She couldn't say she would ever approve of what he'd done, but that was between him and God and the justice system, and she didn't see the sense in judging him right now unless he tried to hurt her or anyone here.