Marthacise isn’t a real word, but Jazzercise is. The two don’t have much in common beyond the –cise suffix and a high level of pep. And thong leotards. After a crash landing on Planet Real Estate, we are on track to not being homeless. While that unfolds, I’m attempting to be normal and charming and industrious. Each morning, I wake up and ask, “What the heck is that noise?” Then…
